Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Hell, no.
Is there anything I could do about it?
Other than crack the back of a few skulls when they stared a little too long, nope—not a damn thing. It was both heaven and hell.
When our breathing turns labored, I finally say, “All right, I give. You win.”
Demi snickers. She’s an endless bound of energy. It’s one of her strengths on the soccer field. Even in the final minutes of the game, she’s still going strong, running circles around the other team. It’s all the extra conditioning she puts in. I’ve never met anyone more single-minded and dedicated to the sport they play. And that, my friends, is sexy as hell.
She tilts her head and beams. “You sure about that?”
“Yup.”
When she rises from the water, the tank top gets plastered to her lean upper body, molding to her breasts like a second skin. Her nipples tighten into hard little buds that poke through the thin fabric. The dusky color is clear as day through the pale pink material.
My mouth dries as I stare. Pulling my gaze away is impossible. I’ve been rendered powerless. I’m totally at her mercy. Does this girl have any idea how damn sexy she is? Or how much I want her?
How much I’ve always wanted her?
She can’t possibly know. I’ve spent so many years, holding all these feelings deep inside. It’s both scary and a relief to finally release them.
Her body stills. Like a prey animal scenting a predator. She doesn’t move a single muscle. Instead, Demi stands under bright shafts of sunlight and allows me to look my fill.
Time stretches and lengthens along with my nerves. With a deliberateness that leaves my heart stuttering, her fingers drop to the hem of her shirt before carefully dragging it up her body and over her head. With her gaze locked on mine, she tosses the sopping wet material to the edge of the pool. It lands against the concrete with a thunk.
Holy.
Shit.
If I didn’t realize it before, I certainly do now. Demi Richards is utter perfection. Her breasts are high and tight with a slight roundness to them. The nipples are pink and tiny. All I want to do is wrap my lips around one and suck it into my mouth.
Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed about doing exactly that?
Since the day I met her when I was fourteen years old.
As if in slow motion, Demi raises her arms before running her fingers through her long dark hair, sluicing the clear drops of water that run in rivulets down her naked skin. With her arms stretched high, her breasts stand at attention, and my cock stiffens painfully in my boxers.
I’m so fucking turned on right now.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” Her voice drops to a husky whisper that strums the need buried deep inside.
Is she serious?
I want nothing more than that. It takes effort to rein in the beast trying to break free beneath the surface of my skin. But I can’t allow that to happen. I can’t allow him to claw his way out and lose control. I won’t scare Demi with the desire bottled up inside me.
With my need tightly harnessed, I close the distance that separates us. When I’m no more than a foot away, I reach out and wrap my fingers around one puckered bud before tweaking it gently with my fingertips.
Her head falls back, exposing the narrow column of her throat as a guttural sounding moan slides from her mouth. Excitement rushes through my veins as my other hand rises, needing to play with the other perky little nipple. Pinching and tweaking, elongating each one. She arches her back as if offering herself up to me. I palm the soft weight of each breast, needing to learn the feel of her. My hands slide from her chest, around her ribcage, until I’m able to drag her close. Close enough to suck one delectable nipple into my mouth. The deeper I draw her in, the louder her moans become.
With a soft pop, I release her. My tongue dances around the areola before lapping at the hard little tip. Demi squirms in my arms as her hands drift along my biceps, over my shoulders, before tunneling through my hair and dragging me to her.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” she murmurs.
Damn right, it does.
I could spend an endless amount of time adoring her sweet little titties with my mouth.
Before I realize it, my leg is wedged between her thighs, and she’s riding me. Grinding her panty-covered pussy against me. If I’m not careful, I’ll go off like a shot. I need to get ahold of myself, and the only way I can do that is to put a little distance between us.
Fuck!
It’s the last thing I want right now.
I lift my head and take in the sight. Demi looks so damn wanton in my arms with her chest bared under the bright sunlight. A dazed expression fills her eyes as her long wet hair clings to her shoulders and back. Her lips are parted so sweetly. She’s like a fucking goddess come to life. I couldn’t want her anymore than I already do.