Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
When I turned back around, he was still sitting where I’d left him, completely consumed with me. It was one of those stares you’d see in a romantic movie and swoon over the rest of the night. There was no denying I was having a crazy effect on him too. I wanted to ask him what he felt. It was on the tip of my tongue, bursting to fly out.
I didn’t.
I held back.
Even though I didn’t want to.
Even though it felt wrong.
I simply changed the subject. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
“What? This old thing?” he teased in a flirty tone.
I smiled, sitting on the tailgate of the truck. “You got a drink in there for me?” I nodded toward the cooler.
“Of course.”
For the next thirty minutes, we just talked and hung out. It wasn’t weird or awkward. Again, it felt like we were old friends doing what we’d done for years. When he opened the picnic basket, he had a whole spread of foods.
“What are you thinking about over there?”
“Nothing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You know when you lie, your lip twitches a little.”
“Are you always this perceptive?” I taunted, bringing the attention back to him.
“I know what you’re doing. Just in case you don’t realize it, I’m aware that you’re trying to change the subject.” He flashed me one of the full-on smiles I had become familiar with. “Fully aware.”
I rolled my eyes, giving him my undivided attention. “Okay, buddy, new rule. This.” I pointed from him to me. “If it’s going to work, this perfect thing you got going on has got to be taken down a few notches.”
“Perfect thing?”
“Don’t act all coy. You know what you’re doing.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but thanks for boosting my ego.”
“Yeah, Van, because you need a boost to that.”
“I love it when you say my name.”
I slapped his arm. “Stop that.”
“Stop what, telling the truth? You want me to lie? Tell you I’m not thinking of all the dirty stuff I want to do to you?” He glanced over with a mischievous stare. “You caught me, Cinderella. Can’t get anything past you, huh? I’m trying to impress you; is it working?”
I giggled. “I’m here, aren’t I? No one’s ever celebrated my birthday like this before.”
“I’m almost certain no one’s ever done a lot of things to you or for you before,” he hesitated, speaking with conviction.
“And I’ll tell you what, I really love that I’m showing it to you first.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just eat, Casanova.” I sat forward.
The entire time we ate, we spoke about nothing in particular, getting to know one another. I truly enjoyed being the center of his attention.
“I’ve never been here.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Yeah,” I replied, taking in the fresh air. The breeze was a nice change of pace from the hot, humid summer. I forgot how much I loved it outside during this time of year.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what my favorite thing about tonight is?” He moved a little closer to me, causing his cologne to instantly assault my senses. It was difficult not to turn into him just to breathe in his scent. He was impossible to resist, even on his worst day.
“I don’t know. Are you going to say something dirty or flirty? Or are you going to be honest?”
“I’m always honest. You, Tru, you’re my favorite thing about tonight.”
Our eyes connected, and for the first time, I didn’t have to question him.
The truth was written all over his face.
Vaughan
I leaned in and kissed her.
At first, it started innocently enough, but after a couple of seconds, she parted her mouth and moved her lips. Her mouth became more demanding, wanting me to respond, and I gently started to, which earned me a moan from her lips.
She tasted like peppermint, and I couldn’t get enough. Her tongue was smooth and felt like silk. I’d only just kissed her, but it already felt so fucking long.
I began to lean forward, wanting to feel her body beneath mine. The second I was above her, my hand started roaming. It started at her hair and then traveled down to her face. She writhed and moaned under me, enticing me to go further. My hand moved to the top of her breast, and I could feel her nipple hardening through her cotton dress. She pushed her breast further into my hand, and I immediately gripped it harder, earning me another moan.
It was the first time I’d ever felt her in this way, rubbing my hard cock against her core. She followed my lead pretty quickly and started doing the same against me. I kissed her with all the passion and hunger of a famished man. She met each push and pull I delivered. My hand moved under her bra, and I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t fucking help myself.