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)
“What’s wrong?”
He glances over at me for a split second before looking back at the road. “Nothing, why?”
“You’re chewing your lip.”
His lips quirk at the side. “I guess I’m nervous.”
“Really?” I laugh.
“Yeah. It’s our first real date.” His voice is small, which is mind-blowing to me since he isn’t small. And yes, no amount of time could ever make me forget that nothing on this man is small. “I want to impress you.”
I lean over, pressing my chin into his shoulder. “Just being with you is more than impressive.”
He leans his head into mine, and my eyes drift shut as I inhale his fresh cologne, lost in how scrumptious he smells. Without thinking, I run my tongue along his jaw, and he tenses under the sweep of my tongue. What am I doing? I press my lips together as he inhales deeply. “Cam.”
My face burns. “Yes?”
“Did you just lick me?”
I want to laugh. I want to snort loudly, but I hold it in. “I think I did.”
“You did,” he tells me as he stops at a light. He looks over at me, his lips curving. “Want to share why?”
“’Cause you smell, look, and taste scrumptious,” I admit, and he shows me the widest smile. “Is that weird?”
He shakes his head, taking his hand off the wheel and cupping my jaw. “No, my beauty, not weird at all. You can lick me anywhere you like.”
He leans in, pressing his lips to mine in what I’m sure was supposed to be a sweet kiss, but it gets hot in seconds. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth for me without hesitation. Our tongues move together, his dominating mine as desire throbs between my legs. God, I want him. When someone honks behind us, he pulls back, laughing while I fill my lungs with air. He drives off, and I sit back in my seat, my hand still in his.
“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to get it out of my mind that I want to climb into his lap and lick him all over.
“I was going to take you out to dinner, but then I decided I didn’t want to share you with anyone.”
My lips quirk. “So, we’re going to be alone?”
“Totally alone,” he says as he turns into a local pizza spot and pulls up to the window. As he rolls down his window, he looks over at me. “Still like jalapeños and ham?”
He remembers my pizza order? Miss Muffet be damned, I’m swooning for this dude. “Yeah, with a Cherry—”
“Coke, I know,” he finishes for me, grinning before ordering just that and a large cheese bread too. “Did you want a salad?”
I shake my head. “No. Maybe some wings?”
“Ahyeah, right?” he agrees, ordering that too, and I love how his Canadian accent comes out when he gets excited. They say it’ll be about twenty minutes and have us park in a waiting spot. Once he puts the car in park, he looks over at me just as I look at him. He reaches out, cupping my jaw. “You’re so beautiful, Cam.”
My heart skips as my lips curve. I lean toward him, and he meets me halfway, his thumb stroking my jaw. His eyes burn into mine, and I watch as he uses one of his hands to turn his ball cap backward. I don’t know what it is about this man moving the bill of his hat to the back, but I’m left squeezing my thighs with desire for him. But before I can admire how gorgeous he looks, his curls falling out of the gap in the opening of the cap, our lips meet. Just as before, the kiss escalates quickly, our tongues tangling together as I grab hold of his sweatshirt, holding myself as close as I can get to him without ending up in his lap. His lips are so soft but demanding as he inhales me.
That’s the only way I can describe it; it feels like I’m being consumed by him.
And there is no stopping him.
Even if I wanted to.
Not that I do.
When we break for breath, our noses slide together as we try to breathe. I open my eyes to find his darker than ever, his eyes hooded as he continues to stroke my jaw with his thumb. “I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
I inhale deeply. “Then don’t.”
My lips curve before he takes them once more, and there is nothing sweet about this kiss. No, it’s all tongues and teeth. My fingers curl tightly in his sweatshirt as he drags one of his hands down my neck, over my shoulders, and to my ribs. His grip on me is hard, possessive, and the sensation has me dizzy. He drags his teeth along my bottom lip, and I moan loudly, at which his hand tightens on my ribs. He moves his mouth down my jaw, giving me slow kisses and small bites before he buries his face in my neck.