Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Kyle’s hands rested at his sides. His patience only fueled my desire.
I was wind and fire—destructive and out of control. He was earth and water—a grounding, calm force.
But when we kissed, it felt like waves crashing, flames spreading, and the earth quaking beneath us. It felt like his arms were made to hold me. He dragged his lips down my neck while unhooking my bra.
I couldn’t breathe, and my lungs didn’t care. Kyle became the only thing that mattered to my body. If he filled me, I could live in that moment forever.
I undid his jeans and pushed them past his butt, sliding my hands into the back of his underwear, curling my fingers into his firm muscles.
Warmth flowed across my skin. It felt like a dream, like Gabby sitting in the front row of her math class, imagining Mr. Collins finding her irresistible.
He groaned, grabbing my face and kissing me. One hand dropped to my breast, squeezing it before his finger and thumb playfully tugged at my nipple. I turned my head to break the kiss and bit my lower lip to avoid making noise, unsure how quickly Josh would fall back asleep or how well sound traveled in the old farmhouse.
“If you don’t have condoms, I’m going to cry,” I whispered past the dizzying marriage of euphoria and desperation while he kissed down my chest and slowly removed my jeans.
“Me too,” he murmured over my skin, teasing it with butterfly kisses.
I tugged at his hair, and he grinned. “I have condoms.”
He guided me to the bed and gazed at me with a sparkle of appreciation in his eyes as I lay back, hands over my breasts. A pang of vulnerability arrested my confidence because Kyle was only the second guy I’d had sex with. At least, I assumed (hoped) we were going all the way.
“Eve, you’re so fucking beautiful I can’t think straight.”
I trapped my lower lip between my teeth.
He kissed the inside of my knee while dragging my underwear down my legs. My heart raced from every nerve firing at the same time. Kyle rested both hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs.
I swallowed hard, closing my eyes while my heart thrashed in my chest. I couldn’t look at him with his gaze affixed down there. My skin burned under his touch. Another man had taken my virginity, but Kyle made it feel like the first time.
“Oh god,” I said in a harsh whisper. My hips jerked when he kissed me right between my legs. “K-Kyle,” I stuttered through my labored breaths as my knees tried to snap together because the tip of his tongue touched my clit before sinking deeper between my legs.
It was a first. A good first.
“Eve, do you want me to make you come like this?” he asked with a thick voice.
Just because I wasn’t a virgin didn’t mean I knew what I wanted. No one (and by no one, I meant the one person who took my virginity) didn’t give me options.
“Uh …” I fumbled my answer.
His tongue made another slow swipe between my spread legs, his stubbly jaw brushing my inner thighs.
My back arched, one hand clenching his hair, my other squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple like I did when I touched myself alone in my bedroom—when I only dreamed of Kyle doing that to me.
He chuckled, kissing my inner thigh. “I take that as a yes.”
Pressing my lips together to avoid making noise, I quickly nodded several times.
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, as if his tongue was made to do that to me. Every muscle slowly tightened like one big knot, an overload of need, like my mind disconnected from the rest of my body.
My breath caught in my chest, and a blinding sensation spread along my skin, hot and tingly, as I released in tiny waves.
Heart pounding.
Tiny pants falling past my parted lips.
Incoherent thoughts collided until I barely knew where I was.
He continued his journey up my body, sliding his fingers between my legs when he kissed my breasts, flicking his tongue over my nipple and teasing it with his teeth.
And then he was gone.
No fingers.
No tongue.
No teeth.
He’d climbed off the bed and pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer, rolling it on with steady hands. Those same hands rested on my inner thighs again to spread my legs.
Our gazes locked when he pushed two fingers into me. On a heavy blink, I released a soft moan, feeling the tight fit of his fingers. He seemed mesmerized by my reaction, pulsing into me several times before pulling out and settling his hips between my legs. His face hovered over mine while he watched my reaction to his erection penetrating me as he hooked his hand behind my knee and guided it to his hip.