Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Why? I thought you’d be happy to get out of here.” He shrugs and makes his way over to me.
In another heartwarming gesture, Salvatore wraps half the blanket around my shoulders and yanks me into his side.
“I…” Don’t want to lie to him, but being honest will make me sound pathetic. So I let the word ring out for a while, hoping it would buy me enough time to come up with a proper excuse.
“Ah, I see what’s going on here,” Salvatore jumps in before something comes to mind. “And you don’t have to worry, my pretty little thing. I don’t plan on going anywhere yet.”
Trying to contain the excitement of his words is a fool’s errand. I’m practically vibrating at the thought of spending more time with Salvatore.
“How did you know?” I do my best to play it off coyly.
“Your depressed stare at my car.” He squeezes me tighter into his side while he chuckles playfully. “Jokes aside, it’s because I don’t want to go anywhere either. Hell, I’d spend the rest of my life here if it meant spending it with you.”
God, so cheesy. Yet, it’s exactly what I need to hear.
“As fun as that sounds, I’d rather spend it at my place. Maybe even in my bed,” I say. Salvatore’s jaw nearly smashes into the tiled floor below us at my suggestion.
“Then why the hell are we standing here?” He claws for my wrist and half-sprints back to the office to gather our things.
Before I know it, we’re in his car, traveling down the snow-covered roads toward my one-bedroom apartment.
I can’t keep my hands off Salvatore the whole drive over. They wander across his body, gently tease his thick girth with my fingertips, and mostly give him payback for how he left me last night—a desperate mess ready for the next step.
Sure, we’re going to have some fun, and the wicked grin my touching brings across his face tells me I’m playing straight into Salvatore’s fantasies.
7
SILVER
We can’t keep our hands to ourselves as we reach my condominium. Salvatore’s have returned to his new favorite position, cupping my ass, while mine find new planes and packed muscle making up his sculpted physique. He kissed me the moment we stepped out of his car, and neither of us has broken it since. Even as we tumble and nearly fall to our asses because we can’t see where we’re walking, the thrill of being entwined together is far better than the consequence.
More than once, Salvatore has tried to undress me as we ascend the staircase, and I’ve reluctantly stopped him each time.
My neighbors could be watching, and if we didn’t live in such a small-knit community where gossip spreads like a disease, I would’ve let him. But most of them are older, and I wouldn’t want to be the cause of a heart attack or two because my bare ass is flashed in front of their windows.
Somehow, between our unsteady walking and inability to do anything but grope one another, we make it to my apartment. With my back to the door and one arm around Salvatore’s shoulders to keep his head locked to mine, I manage to unlock and open the door.
Finally, we’re inside, away from prying eyes, and Salvatore jumps at the opportunity. His fingertips slide into the waistband of my leggings and, without hesitation, tear them off me. My own start to tug away at the buttons of his shirt until it rolls off his shoulders, exposing the white tank top beneath.
“Sal, wait,” I say between kisses and his attempt to pull my shirt over my head.
“I’m sorry. Am I going too fast?” He stops immediately and pulls his hands back, almost nervous that he’s crossed a boundary he wasn’t meant to.
“No. God no. Not fast enough,” I groan. “But I need a shower. Unless you like the smell of day-old bacon lingering on your woman?”
“The only shower you need is the one my cock’s going to open between your legs.”
“You’re not wrong, but I’ll only be a few minutes. Then I’m all yours.” I don’t give him time to answer before spinning on my heels and making my way past the kitchenette and toward my bedroom.
I can pretend that this shower is to get clean, and Salvatore might even believe it, but heading to the bathroom is for purely selfish reasons. My mind is riddled with the events of last night. Something about the way Salvatore watched me from the door and waited for me to be as close to naked as possible before he barged in lights a flame in my belly.
I want it again. Hell, I need it. To see the look in his eye while he observes me from the shadows. Drinks me in with his lustful gaze while I tease him by touching myself.