Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Life altering.
His mouth did that. By licking my…
I can’t even say it in my head, but another wave of delight passes through me and I wonder if I can faint if I’m already lying down.
Get up.
I have to get up.
The last thing I want is for Desmond’s sisters to walk into this room and find me spread eagle with their brother on top of me. The first time I meet them, I want to have my wits about me and a nice, pre-planned outfit. I want time to prepare.
When did I start believing that meeting Desmond’s family was a given?
It’s not, is it?
He lifts his head and scans my face now, his jaw tight with irritation and…panic? Fear? It’s hard to tell, but it furthers my unease. Is he irritated because he never planned on introducing me to his sisters? Or because they interrupted us?
Sex lessons are hard.
So is falling for a man and having no idea if he feels the same.
Fine, so he took the lesson pretty seriously and my heart tells me I’m not the only one reeling from this connection between us. It’s not only physical, it’s mental, and the idea that I could be training for someone else is utterly laughable. But what if Desmond is only interested in sex? He hasn’t really hinted otherwise, has he?
We have no time to discuss our possible relationship now because Melissa and Steph are calling to us from the living room and obviously aren’t going to leave until we make an appearance.
“I’m so sorry,” Desmond groans, shaking his head and dropping it onto my belly. “Jesus. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“It’s okay,” I say slowly, pushing a limp strand of hair out of my eye. “Um…well, I guess we should get dressed?”
“That’s a very sad thing that just came out of your mouth.”
I giggle despite my jumbled nerves. “They can’t be all that bad.”
He laughs without humor. “They eat people alive.”
“Yes, but I’ve had some experience with people eaters. You met my mother.”
Desmond kisses my belly, his beard chafing the sensitive skin and sending tingles down to my toes. “I could barricade the door.”
Again, I worry he’s not serious about me and therefore hesitant to introduce me to the important people in his life. I’ll never know unless I ask. Normally, I would never be so bold as to question a man’s intentions before he volunteers them, but I’m feeling kind of…assertive at the moment. “Um. Desmond…are we—”
“All right, we’re coming in!” shouts one of the sisters. “Cover your privates!”
Desmond lunges to his feet and locks the door at the last minute, backing away from the jigging door handle. I stand as well, with a serious effort because my legs are still wobbly, rearranging my dress and smoothing my hair. “I’m ready.”
His eyes scanning me head to toe. “You’re wearing that orgasm like a second skin, but I guess we can’t do anything about that.”
I sigh. “No, you can’t un-orgasm me.”
He’s silent a moment. “I don’t want to hear another word about you lacking confidence. You’re funny. You’re kind. Talented. Beautiful. I’m lucky as hell you even came home with me.” He unlocks the door with a groan. “And I’m sorry about this.”
Turns out, he was not exaggerating about his sisters. When we walk out into the living room, they regard me the way I Iook at crab legs when they’re in season. Thanks to the television lighting, I only saw the barest outline of them in the crowd this morning. They are both tall, brunette, nearly identical, but one of them has a sleeve of tattoos and the other is dressed on the conservative side, giving me a glimpse into their personalities.
“Quinn, allow me to introduce Melissa and Steph.” He gestures to his sisters as he says their names, letting me know the one with tattoos is Steph. “We share parents, I’m told.”
“Hello,” I say, holding out my hand. “I’m Quinn—”
“Oh, we know who you are,” Steph interrupts, circling behind me slowly. “We Googled you on the way home.”
My eyebrows go up. “That must have been very boring.”
“You’re the opposite of boring,” Desmond growls, throwing an arm around my shoulder and tucking me into his side, kissing my temple hard. “Enough of that.”
For some reason, the gesture sends Melissa’s jaw dropping to the floor. “Uh-oh, sis. You seeing this?”
“I’m seeing it.”
Melissa laughs. “This is going to be fun.”
“You read my mind,” Steph says, turning to her brother. “Des, can you make us some coffee?”
He snorts. “You know where I keep everything.”
Steph sucks her teeth at him. “You don’t want Quinn to think you’re a bad host, do you?”
A groove forms between his brows. “No, I don’t want that…” Reluctantly, he drops his arms from around my shoulders. “If you upset her, I’ll tell Mom what your crazy asses really got up to on prom night.”