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)
My jaw relaxed in a silent cry, and he paused inside me, kissing me a long moment before he began to move. My young heart exploded into fireworks when our gazes met again, and he grinned—sexy but vulnerable.
He gave me everything I imagined that kind of intimacy would be.
Happy and playful.
All-consuming and explosive.
The passion.
The unharnessed desire.
There was no comparison, yet I couldn’t keep my mind from making casual observations about Kyle’s patience. He was steady like the act mattered just as much as the result. We rolled in the sheets as his mouth and hands explored my body. He made me feel beautiful and perfect, like a woman in every way.
Every smile.
Every time he called me “beautiful.”
Every kiss that made my toes curl.
When he guided me onto my stomach, I rested my cheek against the mattress and whispered, “You built me a hut.”
Kyle lifted my hips a fraction and entered me from behind.
He planted his hands next to mine by my head and kissed my shoulder. “I built you a hut. You make me want to do all kinds of crazy things.”
I bit my lip as my body tingled and tensed, preparing with each thrust for another wave of pleasure.
“Don’t stop making me want to do crazy things,” he said with his breaths chasing one another, each one a little more ragged. “You make everything so fucking good.” His hand snaked under my chest, claiming my breast as the bed swayed with a few creaks every time he pistoned his hips against me, his rhythm becoming more erratic.
Then he stilled. “Eve …” His hand drifted lower between my legs, and he rubbed me until I orgasmed. He jerked his hips a few more times like my pleasure became his again.
I loved sex with Kyle.
But I also loved my parents and Jesus, and I needed those things not to be mutually exclusive.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TINA TURNER, “WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT”
Kyle
“I didn’t build a hut so you’d have sex with me,” I said with one arm behind my head and Eve tucked under my other arm.
“Now you tell me,” she said, drawing random patterns on my chest with her delicate fingers.
I chuckled because her humor landed with me.
I was a twenty-eight-year-old father with a naked woman in my bed—who had a curfew. The math didn’t add up, but emotions rarely did because there were no rules or formulas, and everything was a variable.
I liked Eve—a lot—and had since the day we met. One plus one equaled a hundred. Everything felt magnified with her. Perhaps we were chemistry more than math.
“Are you going to tell Erin?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Jeez, at least try to lie to me.”
She sat up, leaned to the side to turn on the lamp, and held the sheet to her chest. “Do you have chips? They don’t have to be Ruffles, but that would be a bonus. I had DQ for dinner with a sundae, and now I’m craving something salty.”
I wasn’t done with her, not even close, so I tugged at the sheet. She tried to keep hold of it, but I won. Dear god, did I ever win. Her perky nipples poked through her long, messy hair. She looked like a goddess. My hand traced the soft curve of her hip, up the side of her body to her breast, and I brushed the pad of my thumb over her nipple.
Her cheeks pinked as her lips curled into a tiny grin. My gaze flitted between her nipple and her deep brown eyes, drinking in every ounce of her sexy vulnerability.
She cleared her throat as if my affection was too much to handle. “If you want to look at naked women,” she leaned over me and pulled a Playboy magazine out from under my mattress, “there are plenty in these pages.” She lay beside me and opened the magazine.
“Stop.” I laughed, throwing an arm over my face.
“Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?” she asked, flipping through the pages. “And there is a correct answer to this question.”
I groaned. “I’m burning all of those magazines first thing tomorrow.”
“Before church? God will like that. Or you can wait for my dad to invite you to the bonfire he’ll have with all those branches and my hut's remains. He often needs a little paper to get it started anyway. Kill two birds with one stone.”
“Are you done?” I peeked at her.
She continued her page-flipping, stopping for an extended inspection of the centerfold. “I’m thinking about shaving my pubic hair. What do you think?”
I thought I wanted to die.
“Erin shaves hers down to about nothing. I trim mine during the summer. A buzz cut. Not like a bald eagle.”
“Eve,” I shook with laughter, trying to control myself so Josh didn’t wake up.
“Speaking of hair, now that I’m eighteen, I’m thinking of cutting mine. Getting bangs and maybe a perm. My boring hair makes me look like a seventies flower child. Surely, my parents won’t evict me if I no longer look ‘wholesome.’ I want to look eighteen. Modern. Chic. And I want to pierce my ears. Maybe get a tattoo. What do you think?”