Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
But within seconds, my tongue is invading Ava’s mouth.
She kisses me back, entwining our tongues together, and she tastes like vanilla ice cream.
I pull back slightly, run the tip of my tongue over the lip ring, and give it a tiny tug.
A soft sigh escapes her throat.
Good. She likes that. I give it a slightly harsher tug.
I stop myself from jerking when I feel a pull on my ponytail.
I’m totally turned on.
I want her to pull my hair. I want everything from her.
I deepen the kiss then, drawing her even closer to me.
My dick is hard as a rock, and I press it into her, making her gasp softly.
My God, I could kiss her forever.
Her lips feel so perfect beneath mine, and I—
She pushes my shoulders back, breaking the kiss.
I widen my eyes. “Ava?”
“Sorry. I just…”
“What is it?”
“I… I can’t get carried away, Brendan. The cards…”
“What? What are you talking about?” If those damned tarot cards told her not to get involved with me, I may die an untimely death right here in her kitchen.
“I know you’ll think it’s stupid, but the tarot cards… They warned me. They warned me that I could get swept away in you. My God, they were right.”
I resist the urge to grin.
I love the fact that she wants me as much as I want her.
“Is getting swept away such a bad thing?”
“No. But I…” She looks down but doesn’t pull out of my embrace. “You’re so much older, and I’m sure you’re more experienced, and I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.”
I close the distance between us, stroke her cheek once more. “That’s not possible.”
“But I…”
“Ava, baby. I respect your feelings. I will never ask you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I know that. What’s uncomfortable is that I’m not uncomfortable with anything as far as you’re concerned. I need to watch myself. I can’t get sucked in.”
Again, I resist a large grin. She’s as attracted to me as I am to her. That’s a good thing from where I’m standing.
“Why worry about getting sucked in? We like each other. We’re attracted to each other. I promise you I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
“What do you want to do?” she asks.
“Right now I’d really like to kiss you again.”
She smiles. “I’d like that too.”
“All right, then.” I lower my mouth. I brush my lips lightly over hers, and then I lick first her top and then her bottom lip, giving special attention to the lip ring.
When she parts her lips, I dive between them with my tongue.
She wraps her arms around me tightly, and without meaning to, I lift her.
Now she wraps her legs around me, and my dick is so hard. I know it’s poking at her. Right between her legs.
She moves against me, and damn… I want her.
She wants me too. I can tell. But I’m determined to go slowly so she doesn’t feel like she’s getting swept away. I’m not sure why that’s important to her, but I respect her wishes.
I certainly mean her no harm.
Was she hurt in the past? If she was, I don’t know about it. In this small town, everybody knows everything about each other.
I move forward slightly so that she’s sitting on the counter. Her legs remain clasped around me, and I want so much to grind into her—grind my hardness against her.
But she has to make a move first.
Now that she doesn’t need to have her arms clasped around me to hold herself up, she loosens a bit, and then she cups one of my cheeks, caressing the stubble.
She trails her other hand down the buttons on my shirt. She unbuttons one, and then another, and then—oh my God…
Her hand is on my chest.
I’m going to have a burn in the shape of her small hand for all to see.
God, her touch.
I’m so hard. So fucking hard.
Her flowing skirt is wide enough that she’s able to wrap her legs around me. And now, the fabric is wrapped around her hips.
Already I can smell her. The ripeness of her pussy.
What I wouldn’t give to drop to my knees and slide my tongue between her legs.
And why not?
She’s touching my chest. Shouldn’t I get to touch her?
I break the kiss. “Ava,” I growl in her ear.
“Your chest,” she whispers. “So hard. All muscle.”
“I want you,” I say.
“Oh, yes,” she says in a whisper. “Please.”
“Tell me,” I say gruffly. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want…”
“Say it.”
“I want to get swept away… I want no regrets…”
“No regrets?”
“I mean…it doesn’t have to mean anything, Brendan.”
She just squeezed the air out of my lungs with those words. But I’m feeling bold. “What if we want it to mean something?”
“I just want…”
“Tell me.”
“I want to feel. I just want to feel.”
This time I do drop to my knees. I remove her boots and socks, and then I slide the skirt all the way up her legs, relishing the smooth softness of her supple limbs. When I get to her panties, I look up, meet her gaze.