Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
He knows I’m watching him.
Shit.
Bad choices, all bad choices.
Within seconds, I nervously fool with the ends of my hair, making sure it falls over my shoulder just the way I want. With his gaze intent on me, or so I assume, I feel like my dress is getting tighter. It’s already tight since it’s a size too small, but I loved it. The one-shoulder long-sleeved hot-pink mirror-cut sequined number is to die for. I wanted something that screamed hot, and this dress did it. It ends right below my ass, showing off my thighs, and with high black stiletto heels, I know my calves look good. My makeup is light, mostly because I don’t want to redo my makeup to compete, and while my hair is down now, it’ll be nothing to throw it up for the meet.
When I was ready, I knew I looked good. I was confident. But now, as Benson pulls open the door to the complex, I find myself hoping he thinks so.
God, what is wrong with me?
Benson’s eyes move over me as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket, showing his student ID to security. His eyes don’t leave me either as the guard verifies he’s supposed to be here before he lets him through. I’m breathless. My stomach is so clenched, I feel like I might break as Benson prowls toward me, looking every bit like he wants to eat me whole. That shouldn’t please me. I shouldn’t be turned on by that, but like I’ve decided many times over today, I’m a total idiot. A glutton for punishment. Hell, I may have hit my head so many times on the beam that I’m not even able to make decent decisions.
Some would have stopped far before he does, but Benson comes toe-to-toe with me, stealing my breath from my lungs. In my heels, I’m at his chin instead of his chest, and our eyes lock as he reaches out, snaking his arm around and pulling me to him. I don’t stop him. I press my hands into his chest as his other arm comes around me, pulling me even closer into a hug that not only curls my toes but has my gut doing double backflips. His nose moves into my hair, and he squeezes me tightly as I hold my breath, because if I don’t, I’ll get drunk off his scent. He inhales deeply, taking me in with no bashfulness at all.
Everything goes hot. I hadn’t realized how badly I craved his touch until now. How safe his arms make me feel, how every bit of the tension that was coursing through me dissipates in seconds. My body trembles as I clench my thighs, begging myself not to fall back into images of his face between them. A flush breaks out all over me as his lips move to the shell of my ear. He runs his nose along my lobe and then whispers my name.
Just my name.
“Cameron White.” I swallow past the lump in my throat, every single inch of my body trembling like I’m about to try a new skill that could end with me falling to my death. Answering isn’t possible, but thankfully, he doesn’t need me to. With his lips right at my ear, he whispers, “It is wholly unfair how gorgeous you are.”
He squeezes me again, and my eyes drift shut as my pussy tightens. I urge her to behave, to keep her wits about herself, but I don’t think she’s listening. I can feel her salivating for him, and I know that’s dangerous. I know for a fact that can’t happen.
Because if I fall into bed with him, I’ll fall madly for him.
Distance. We need distance. I pull back as far as he’ll let me, his arm still wrapped around my waist as he digs his fingers into my hip. I look up at him, his dark pupils dilated and stormy as they bear down on me. “I could say the same about you. You pulled out all the stops, huh? We look good.”
Something flashes in his eyes. “We do.” I put my hand on his as he says, “Thanks for inviting me.”
“Thank you for being so willing. I’m sure you have better things to do.”
His eyes darken. “I’m where I want to be.”
He licks his lips then, and once more, my pussy purrs for him. We stand there, staring at each other, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. But then his eyes fall to my lips, and everything catches on fire.
I clear my throat, and as confidently as I can, I say, “I got you a ticket for the meet, if you want to come.”
He nods. “I was coming anyway, but I don’t need the ticket. I used my season ticket choice for the gymnastics team.”