Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
“Yes. Well, goodnight.” Tears of mortification burning my eyes, I spun away from him, but he grabbed my arm.
“But there’s one more thing.”
“What?” I whispered.
“I sleep with my bedroom door open. But I want you to think hard before you take advantage of that. Because I’m not eighteen anymore, and I’m no longer in the mood to be a gentleman.”
Then he let go of my arm and disappeared across the hall.
With my legs trembling, I slipped into my room, shut the door and leaned back against it, fanning my face.
Holy. Shit.
He’d left it up to me.
But his invitation was clear. I hadn’t imagined it.
And before I thought about it too hard and blew my chance to be with him, I raced into the bathroom, pulled my braids out, and brushed my teeth. Back in my bedroom, I whipped off my clothes and pulled on the pineapple-print tank and matching shorts I’d brought to sleep in. Not exactly my sexiest lingerie, but in my defense, seduction hadn’t been on my to-do list when I’d packed my bags.
Then I took a deep breath, opened my door, and snuck across the hall.
Eight
Beckett
Finally, I fucking said it.
And it felt damn good.
If she stayed in her own room tonight, fine, but at least I wouldn’t wake up tomorrow regretting that I’d kept silent.
Could make for some awkward conversation over breakfast, but fuck it—I’d been honest. I’d told her the truth. She knew how I felt and what I wanted. After all this time, there was some relief in that.
Was it possible I’d gone too far?
Hell yes.
Maybe she was across the hall right now thinking I was just another jerk who wanted skin. Maybe she’d never trust me again. Maybe she’d even pack her bags tomorrow and leave.
But at least I’d taken the risk instead of choking on it.
Slipping into bed, I lay on my back, hands behind my head. My heart felt like a bowling ball, knocking around hard and heavy inside my chest.
For a few tense minutes, I heard nothing.
And then.
Footsteps in the hall.
The quiet closing of my bedroom door.
A longed-for whisper in the dark. “Beckett?”
I sat up. “Come here.”
She rushed onto the bed, our mouths colliding. My hands in her hair. Her arms around my neck. My tongue in her mouth. Her back against the mattress.
I lifted myself off her only for the fraction of a second it took to lose my boxer briefs. She whipped off the top she wore. I yanked her shorts down her legs and tossed them aside. Then I stretched out above her again, my body on fire, my mouth ravaging hers, my mind exploding with one word—finally, finally, finally.
We moved like a time bomb was ticking. Already her hands were wrapped around my cock, her grasp tight as she worked them up and down. My hips moved instinctively, thrusting my thick, hard flesh through her fists, my self-control pushed dangerously close to its limit.
“I want you inside me.” Her breath was hot against my lips. “Right now. It’s safe—I’m on the pill.”
But it wasn’t just being safe I was concerned about. I wanted to take my time. I’d been fantasizing about this forever.
Not yet, I thought, as she rubbed the tip of my cock between her legs.
Slow down, I told myself, as I pushed inside her.
You’re being a fucking dick, I moaned in my head, while my body began to move over hers.
But I couldn’t stop. She was so beautiful, she was right here, she was everything I’d ever dreamed of. And she wanted me—I could taste it on her tongue, hear it in her breath, feel it in the way she rocked her hips beneath me and the way her nails clawed my back.
Desperate to make it good for her but too carried away to take my foot off the gas, I buried myself as deep as I could and rubbed the base of my cock against her clit. She moaned and moved her hands down over my ass, gripping me tight.
Our skin grew slick with sweat. Our kisses more ravenous. Our sounds louder and more desperate.
I moved faster. Harder. Deeper.
My headboard knocked against the wall in loud, rhythmic thumps that seemed to shake the foundation of the house.
I didn’t care.
All that mattered was my name on her lips and her heels on my thighs and her nails on my back and my cock inside her and hearing her say right there, don’t stop and her body hot and wet and tight and pulsing around me. As soon as she cried out in release, I reached the breaking point and careened right past it, pouring myself into her with thrust after powerful thrust. She was mine, mine, mine in that moment, and nothing could take her away from me. It was the most intense and gratifying orgasm I’d ever experienced, and I knew it was because I’d been waiting for it for so long.