Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Am I?” I ask, the breath hitching in my chest.
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “You tell me.”
And then, before I can respond, he steps back, his hands still holding the lights that somehow twisted around us. In one quick movement, he pulls, and suddenly, we’re tangled together, laughter bubbling up as we try to untangle ourselves.
“You’re terrible at this,” I tease, but the words falter as he leans in, his face mere inches from mine, his hand tightening around the lights between us.
“Maybe I just like being close to you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, that playful glint in his eyes shifting to something darker, something that makes my pulse race. “I think it’s time for a repeat of the other night. Only reason I let you go in the first place is because you needed to be here for them–” he gestures to the rows of tiny desks surrounding us.
I swallow, my resolve crumbling under his gaze. “Cole…”
“Yeah?” he whispers, his mouth hovering over mine, his breath warm against my skin.
And then, without another thought, he closes the gap, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that’s long overdue, that’s as fierce and intense as every charged look, every lingering touch that’s been building between us. His hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in the feel of him, in the way his mouth moves against mine, claiming me, like he’s been waiting for this as much as I have.
He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged, his forehead resting against mine. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do that.”
“Then why’d you take so long?” I ask, my voice breathless, my hands still tangled in his shirt, holding him close.
He chuckles, low and rough. “Guess I needed a little push.”
I grin, tugging him down for another kiss, my hands winding around his neck, his warmth, his strength surrounding me, filling every part of me that’s longed for him since the night we spent together. His fingers trail down my back, pulling me against him, his mouth tracing a path down my jaw, his breath hot against my skin, leaving me dizzy, my body humming with need.
“You know we’re in a classroom, right?” he murmurs, his voice rough, teasing, as his hands find my waist, his grip possessive.
“I know,” I whisper, breathless, not caring about anything but the feel of him, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing he sees.
He chuckles, his hand sliding up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You’re something else, Ivy.”
“And don’t you forget it,” I say, grinning, pulling him down for another kiss, losing myself in him, in the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters.
But then, slowly, he pulls back, his gaze shifting, a shadow crossing his face, like he’s remembering something, some barrier between us that I can’t see.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice soft, sensing the change in him, the way he’s suddenly distant.
He shakes his head, stepping back, his hand falling from my face, his expression unreadable. “Nothing. Just…forgot myself for a second.”
I frown, reaching for him, but he steps back again, his gaze avoiding mine, his posture tense. “Cole, what are you talking about?”
He sighs, his voice low, almost defeated. “You don’t belong in my world, Ivy. This… whatever this is–”
“Why do you think that?” I stare at him, my heart sinking, the warmth between us fading as he pulls further away, the walls going up around him like a fortress.
He glances at me, his eyes dark, almost haunted. “Because you deserve better than some guy who spends his days alone on a mountain. You’re too bright for that, Ivy. You’re so damn happy it’s like you were raised in a cult or something.”
“The cult of Christmas cheer maybe.” I tease, my hand traveling up his red flannel. "I want to get lost in you.”
"Fuck, I want that too." He groans as I tighten my grip, stroking and teasing him with my thumb. “I just don’t want you to have regrets–”
I cup his cheeks in my palms. “Never.”
His dark eyes sparkle with hope and maybe even a little festive cheer. "Need to be reminded how much I love that sweet, dripping pussy of mine?"
I nip at his ear teasingly. "Always."
He moans through clenched teeth.
"I need you, Cole.” I press a kiss to his lips. "Take me. Ravage me." I hum in his ear, "Make it hurt."
He swallows. "Fuck, baby, see what you’re doing to me?" He presses his hand against his pants to feel his steel-hard dick as he bites at my neck. And then his finger slides under my skirt and along my wet slit before sliding inside, making me nearly lose control. "God, you’re so fucking turned on."