Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
After dinner, we exit the restaurant hand in hand, and he guides me down the sidewalk. I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care. I point to all the shops he should check out when they’re open. He presses the buttons for the crosswalks, worming our way to the other side of East Village, where there’s a skating park filled with skaters, kids at the adjacent park, and a crowd of people milling around by the bridge and walking dogs under the bright lights.
Eric stops to push a child on the swing as their mom struggles to soothe her other child in a carrier. She thanks him with exhaustion on her face.
His hand returns to mine, and we mosey along the trail. “I never imagined liking Des Moines as well as Kansas City.”
“But?” I gaze up at him.
He gives me a quick sidelong glance before returning his attention to the skaters. The hint of a grin bends his lips. “But it’s growing on me. Tonight, I’d say it’s growing on me a lot.” He squeezes my hand.
We stop near a crowd of people watching two guys on skateboards tearing it up. They’re wicked good. I tense up every time they leave the ground and relax again when they land in one piece. Eric chuckles at my cringes. When our gazes meet, smiles mirrored, he wets his lips and walks me back a few feet, so we’re away from the crowd.
My skin tingles and my heart knocks around in my chest when he slides his hand along my neck and kisses me. The kiss ends too soon, but he keeps his head ducked while sweeping his gaze over my face and kissing me again. This time, his tongue flicks my lip, and I relax, opening for him. His other hand cups my cheek, and we moan simultaneously, making me grin and break the kiss.
Dropping my chin, I press my fingertips to my lips. Are people staring at us making out?
“I think it’s time for you to inspect my apartment … you know, to give me decorating tips.”
I force myself to look at him even though I know my face is flushed along with the rest of my skin. Offering him nothing more than a quick nod, he wraps an arm around my waist, sliding his fingers into my back pocket while we make our way to his apartment.
When we have to wait for the lights to change at crosswalks, Eric turns and kisses me. Each kiss escalates. We are a tangled mess of greedy lips and wandering hands when we reach our floor.
A long walk has never been foreplay for me until tonight.
Sex on a first date has never been my style until tonight.
Public indecency has been a hard limit for me … until tonight.
At every intersection where we had to wait for the light, I wanted Eric to go further.
Sex against the light pole? Honestly, I might have let him.
He stabs his key at the lock with our mouths remaining fused. It takes several attempts—probably because I have the button to his jeans flicked open, and my fingers are teasing his abs just above his briefs. We stumble into his dark apartment.
“The book club book …” My words come out breathy. “Did you finish it?”
Where did that come from?
I internally scold myself. How does my brain go there when every other body part is laser-focused on getting out of these clothes?
I feel his lips along my neck curl into a smile. “No.”
“If you finished … you could like it, right? There’s a chance you could change your mind. Right?”
Why? Just why am I still talking?
Eric has my body pressed to the wall, legs around his waist.
My hands are in his hair.
His fingers grip my butt to move me against him.
And I’m … asking about a book.
“Um …” He chuckles before opening his mouth, hot tongue flicking the skin along my neck.
“Just …” I tip my head to give him better access. I curse the clothes between us. I’ve never wanted a guy inside of me so badly. Yet … I’m still talking about that fucking book. “Just tell me it’s not entirely impossible.”
He carries me to the bedroom. His fingers flick the button to my capris when my feet reach the floor, making breathing difficult.
“Eric …” I need his answer, maybe not as much as other things … but I still need it, nonetheless.
His hand slides into my panties, and he moans. Yep … I can be this wet between my legs and think about a book.
“I’d say …” The pad of his middle finger stops just shy of my clit. “Anything feels possible at this point.” He ducks his head to kiss me, but I turn my head. He smirks. Taking advantage of his proximity, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss his cheek and stubbly jawline, dragging my lips to his earlobe, eliciting a soft moan.