Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Have you fucked anyone else?” He slipped his hands up my chest, and I clenched my jaw and drew a breath through my nose.
“No,” I gritted out.
Less than a minute ago, I’d been ready to push my luck. Now, he was doing the pushing, and it made me feel weak because I couldn’t fucking resist him.
“Have you?” I muttered, dreading the answer.
Alfie was much more casual around sex than—
“You kiddin’ me?” He pulled me closer, effectively trapping himself between me and the car. “Who could ever measure up? I haven’t even been interested in anyone else, whether they were hitting on me or not.”
Jesus fuck.
He knew exactly how to reel me in. He knew how to balance on the razor-thin line between my possessiveness and the smug bastard who still loved how much I’d owned him. Yet, it was a bleak comfort because it was in the past. But if he was proposing a more physical trip down memory lane, there wasn’t a chance in hell I could deny myself the pleasure of pretending I owned him again.
“I’m sure many men have tried.” I leaned against him a little and caged him in by resting my arms on the roof of the car. “Especially when you’re wearing pants like those.” I wanted to mention the rest of his clothes too, but I wasn’t sure if this was another façade he was putting up or if he really liked them.
“I was wondering if you’d noticed.” He tried to crack a smirk, though I could detect too much anxiousness in his eyes. He wasn’t sure if this was happening or not. “It’s not gonna be an everyday style for me, but I think I look hella hot.”
I smiled faintly. “You do. But then, you always looked hot when you were comfortable.”
He bit his bottom lip briefly and flicked a glance at my mouth. “So you didn’t like me in a suit…?”
“I didn’t like you pretending,” I murmured. The heat between us intensified when he shifted against me, and I dipped down a few inches to graze my nose along his jaw. Goddamn, he always smelled incredible. “Do you remember my favorite pair of pants of yours?”
Rather, pajama bottoms with tiny Santa hats on them.
He’d bought them as a dirty Christmas gift, and he’d waltzed into our bedroom, only to reveal the opening in the back.
“Remember? I still have ’em.”
I cursed under my breath and nipped at his jaw.
He exhaled shakily and slipped his arms around my midsection. “Do you miss my ass, papi?”
I miss every fucking part of you, baby.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him, unable to wait another second. After over two years, I felt his lips against my own again, and I couldn’t fucking believe it. We deepened the kiss at the same time, and it was like coming home. I swept my tongue alongside his and earned myself a needy little sound from him as he shifted his arms to lock them around my neck. That switch hadn’t changed; we started out with my cupping his face, and then when he wanted his arms around my neck, my hands went to his hips.
Cling to me just like that.
A deep-seated desire pulsed through my bloodstream, bringing me back to life, and I had to suck in a sharp breath to release pressure. It was a shock to my system to finally get to be so close to him. To be able to touch him, kiss him hard, and have his hands on me.
Two years of being utterly deprived of the touch I craved the most.
I squeezed him to me before I let one hand slide down to his perfect little ass.
He whimpered into the kiss and pressed himself impossibly closer to me.
God-fucking-dammit. I gripped his hips again and made sure he could feel my cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned under his breath. “I live seven blocks away.”
I cursed and envisioned how quickly I could have him writhing under me, begging for my cock, begging to come—
I broke away for a hot second and swallowed. “What about the party?”
“I’ll go in and say goodbye—you get us an Uber.” He was quick to capture my mouth with his again, and I groaned quietly and got swept away again. “Colby’s stayin’ with his cousin.”
Right. There was the kid too. Okay, good to know.
Alfie and I made out like teenagers, and I couldn’t fucking describe the energy that buzzed through me like an electric current. It was as if I’d walked around like a deflated balloon for two years, and now I was soaring toward the sky once more.
“Go tell them you’re leaving,” I said huskily. “I want you naked under me in twenty minutes.”
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed. “I miss your cock so much.”
“Trust me, it misses you too.” I stole one more tongue-teasing kiss before I backed off and adjusted myself in my pants.