Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
His lips tug up. “Turns out, the idea of even one night without you in my bed… I’m not into it. My dad thought we might like to have our own place a little closer to school. He owns this building, and this unit happened to be available, so…”
“You want to move in together?” I demand, somehow shocked despite my more logical side telling me every single thing I know about him should have led me to frankly expect this lunacy.
I can’t move in with him. I’ve barely swallowed agreeing to date him.
But do I really have a choice?
His dad is giving us his stamp of approval letting us live here, and yeah, it’s a gorgeous apartment, more than I ever dreamed of, but…
“Silvan, do you really think we’re ready to move in together?”
“I know it’s fast, but I like having you in my bed every night. And your living situation is far from ideal.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. “Can you really tell me you’d rather live in a shared bedroom with three roommates than here with me?”
No.
Not without lying my ass off, anyway.
“You liked spending the weekend with me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I murmur. “But don’t you think…”
He gives me a minute, and when I don’t finish the thought, he prods me. “Don’t I think…?”
I lick my lips, my skin a bit warm. “Don’t you think you might get sick of me? I mean, living together is a huge step from dating and we were barely doing that.”
His lips find the curve of my neck. “Sophie, that is the most absurd fucking thing you have ever said.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is. Keep saying shit like that, and I’m going to drag you on a private plane to Vegas and marry your little ass to show you how serious I am.”
“You are not.”
“Mm-hmm. Watch me,” he murmurs, nipping lightly at my neck and sending shivers down my spine. “I want to live with you. I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to know what you’re doing every moment of every day in-between. Haven’t you figured it out by now? I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
I sigh with pleasure, tilting my neck to give him more access.
“I want us to be a team,” he murmurs against my skin. “I want us to be a family. I'm not testing the waters with you, Sophie. I'm all in.”
His lips feel so good on the sensitive skin of my neck, it's hard to think clearly. He takes advantage of the mental fog to spin me around and push me down onto the soft gray couch.
There's a devious tilt to his lips and a matching glint of mischief in his pretty green eyes as he sinks to his knees.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but I already know.
My heart jumps when he reaches for the button of my jeans.
"Silvan, we can't. This isn't our apartment."
"It will be."
"I haven't said yes."
"You haven't said no, either," he points out.
I cut him a dry look. "What's the point? You don't seem to be familiar with that word."
He smirks, utterly shameless, and yanks down my jeans.
"Oh, my god," I say covering my face with my hands.
“Let’s try it out,” he says as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags those down, too. “See if this place feels like home.”
Before I can utter another objection, he parts my thighs and gazes at my pussy like a hungry lion anticipating a nice, juicy meal.
"Hello, beautiful," he says, making me nearly die before he drops his head between my thighs and latches on.
My back arches off the couch and he takes advantage to slide his hand under my ass, pulling me closer to the edge. Pleasure lances through me as he feasts on my pussy, licking and sucking and drawing sounds out of me no human should make.
I groan when he slides two fingers inside me as he continues to lick and suck on my clit. He pumps them in and out, in and out, and I writhe, unable to keep still.
"Silvan."
His tongue brushes my clit at the same time he jams his fingers in my pussy and I grab the edge of the couch, needing something to hold onto.
It's not what I want, though.
I let go and reach between my legs, sinking my finger into his hair. I tug on it and he growls against my pussy, his fingers biting into my ass. He attacks my pussy with more force and I shudder, my skin so hot, I'm afraid I might explode.
And then I do, pleasure bursting free inside me and sending ripples of ecstasy through my body. Trembling, I try to close my legs around his head as I cry out, but his steely grip on my thighs makes it impossible.