Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“No need. I filled up the mini fridge earlier. I had some time before my appointment.”
He leans over the table and kisses me. His tongue lazily slides against mine. “Thank you.”
I nod because words fail me. This man is everything to me. I hear Hannah’s voice in my head, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s right.
Can I risk telling him how I really feel?
I quickly shake out of that thought. Nothing is worth the risk of losing Chad as a part of my life.
CHAPTER
NINE
Chad
Her hands, they’re fucking magic. Like the kind of hands you want touching you forever. Or maybe that’s how I’m looking at them. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, that I’ll be lucky enough to always have them on my body.
After we ate pizza, she insisted on finishing her massage. It wasn’t necessary, but now that she’s straddling my lower back and kneading the knots in my shoulders, I’m damn glad she was so persistent. This is heaven.
Soft music plays from her phone. At first, I thought it was a little cheesy, even though I went along with it, but now that we’re in the moment, I definitely think the music is a nice touch. I feel more relaxed than I expected.
She slowly moves down, digging her fingers and the heels of her hands into my flesh. I can’t help but moan.
“Is that a good moan or a bad one?”
“Good. Definitely good,” I mumble, my face pressed into the mattress.
She spends a good half hour working out the kinks and tight muscles in my back, neck, and shoulders. The massage is great, but just having her hands on me is the icing on the cake. Especially when she’s working on my neck and leaning forward, her tits brushing against my bare skin. Sure, she has her shirt on, but still. I can feel the swell of them with each move she makes, and it’s not helping the stiffness in my pants.
“What do you think?” she asks, her movements slowing and the pressure from her touch subsiding.
“I think I’m never letting you go.”
Her hands stop, and she doesn’t say a word. I wonder if I said too much and risk a quick glance back. Her eyes are soft and locked on me as her fingers curl into my flesh. Without thinking about what’s happening below the belt, I turn around, a task that’s challenging, considering she’s sitting on me. But Faith lifts herself enough to allow me to move, and the moment I’m flat on my back, she returns to straddling me.
Only this time, she’s straddling my very hard cock.
Those sexy green eyes seem to darken before my own eyes, and her breathing comes out in little pants of excitement. My hands automatically move to her hips, sliding around to rest on the globes of her ass. My grip tightens just a touch as she rocks her hips. I can feel the heat from her pussy right where I want it, even if there are layers of clothes between us.
“Chad?” she asks, her eyes wide with anticipation.
“Yes, love?”
She swallows hard before asking, “Can I kiss you?”
“You never have to ask,” I state, my throat dry and scratchy.
Faith leans forward and brushes her lips across mine. I try to keep my hands still, but they itch to touch her smooth, soft skin, and slowly move beneath her top to her lower back. The most satisfying mewl slips from her mouth as her tongue glides against mine. She tastes like pure heaven, all honey sweet and ripe.
She rocks her hips, grinding against my erection and whimpers. I have to stifle the groan, refusing to let my own pleasure take control of the situation. As much as I want to strip us naked and bury myself inside her, I won’t push it. Sex will happen if and when she says it can, so I will grapple for every ounce of control I possess until she gives me the green light.
“I…” she murmurs against my lips.
“What?” I ask, sliding one hand into her hair and resting the other on her hip.
She gazes down at me, her hair falling in waves around her beautiful face. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for…”
“That’s fine,” I insist when she’s unable to get the words out. “We don’t have to. I like kissing you.”
A gentle grin spreads across her plump lips. “I like that too. And for the record, we can do… other stuff.”
My own smile is wolfish as I gaze up at her. “What kind of other stuff are you thinking?”
There’s a faint blush on her cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s from the words she’s about to say or the fact she’s turned on. “Well, I wouldn’t mind getting my mouth on you.”
Yes! Best idea ever.
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” I insist, running my hand around to her ass and squeezing. Lifting her up, we carefully sit upright and scramble from the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.”