Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I couldn’t look at him, but I knew he was smirking. He was clearly enjoying trying to get me riled up—and it was working. “You still haven’t told me when and where.” My voice was hoarse.
“I can’t tell you where. But I can tell you when—at nine.”
“Nine?” I echoed.
“PM,” he clarified, amusement in his voice.
“I know that.” His arrogance was getting me flustered. “I just meant that’s a little late for dinner.”
“Not at this place. The night will just be getting started.”
“I see.”
He studied me for a long moment until I pointed at the road he was supposed to be looking at. “You’ll have a good time, Victoria.” All traces of teasing had vanished from his voice. “Trust me.”
For some strange reason, I did. “Okay. Looking forward to finding out where the hell we’re going.”
“And I’m looking forward to showing it to you. So, speaking of orgasms—”
“What?” I squeaked. “We weren’t speaking of that.”
“Well, we are now. Do you remember your safeword?”
My heart pounded harder in my chest as I tried to keep up with his rapid-fire banter. “Yes, do you?”
“Of course. It’s encyclopedia, right?”
After falling for his lie about online gambling in class, I knew better than to believe him. “Very funny.”
“I thought so.” He smirked. “Okay, remember that first drive when I gave you the safeword? Which is thesaurus, but the way.”
He did remember the word, and my shoulders relaxed a little. “I remember.”
“You asked what my pet peeve was during sex, which I wasn’t expecting. That took balls. Or, like, lady balls.” He grinned. “Do you remember what I answered?”
My face flushed, because I remembered that conversation very well. “You said you didn’t like it when women were quiet in bed.”
“Very good.”
“How come all of a sudden you sound like the tutor, and I sound like the student?”
“Because we’re talking about sex. Do you remember why I said I didn’t like it when they were quiet?”
That entire conversation was somehow engraved in my brain. “Because you like knowing you’re making them feel good.”
“Right again. But—that’s not the only reason.” He paused, his eyebrows raised, as if waiting for me to ask what the other reason was.
Which I wouldn’t do.
I didn’t care.
I—dammit. “What’s the other reason?”
He smirked at my capitulation. “Because those sounds a woman makes—the moans, the gasps, the squeals, the screams—are hot as fuck. Hot. As. Fuck.”
My thighs clenched and I resisted the urge to squeeze them tighter together. Kyle seemed to be speaking directly to my body, and the flush on my skin and pounding of my pulse responded to his words.
“Nothing to say to that, Victoria?”
Say something. Say anything.
But I was pretty sure I’d forgotten how to speak, so I shook my head.
He chuckled. “That’s okay. You don’t need to say anything at all for this next part.”
My speech returned. “Next part?” Did he mean Sunday night?
“You’re going to give me a preview of what you sound like when you come. Every gasp. Every whimper. Every moan. Right now, Victoria. Fake an orgasm for me—and make it good.”
My mouth gaped open. Surely he wasn’t serious?
His blue eyes met mine and my heart pounded in my chest. God, he was serious.
“You know what to say if you don’t want to do it,” he said softly. “But I think you’ll like it. And I know I will.”
Trying to keep up with a guy this cocky, arrogant, and let’s face it—sexy, was an exercise in futility. There was no way I was going to perform on cue. I’d probably sound stupid, anyway. But god, my senses were heightened, and my muscles tensed—the way they did during the buildup to an actual orgasm. Not that I’d ever had what I’d consider to be a mind-blowing orgasm. And certainly not one in the presence of another person.
“It’s easy,” Kyle said. “Just think of me. Think of all the things I could do with you. Do to you. I know you’ve thought about it before.”
I had… but in the privacy of my own room. And my own head. Not out loud for someone else to hear.
“I’m waiting.”
I wanted to tell him that he could wait forever, as far as I was concerned. That he could take his cocky attitude and shove it where the sun didn’t shine. But instead, I drew in a deep, shuddery breath. And then let it out slowly.
“Close your eyes,” Kyle said softly.
I obeyed, and the world fell away. The road. The truck. All other concerns. Instead, I focused on my body, breathing in deeply as warmth flooded me. In my mind, he was there. Naked. Hovering over me as I lay in bed. His bed, I realized. I’d visualized the bed I first slept in at their house rather than the one I currently used.
This time, there was a small moan when I exhaled.
I pictured him staring at me. Those blue eyes hungry. The arrogant twitch of his lips as he decides how hard he’s going to make me come—and how many times.