Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“I just can’t believe this,” I go on. “I’ve had a crush on you for years …”
I trail off, cursing myself for oversharing.
The moment is whisking me up in its fiery embrace and it seems part of that is words just spilling out that I don’t mean to say. My cheeks blush a fierce red and I turn away, Jamie making a soft growling noise as though he’s not happy about me escaping his predator’s grasp.
I walk to the edge of the glass enclosure and look across the rooftop at the city skyline, the whole world laid out before us, snow whirling and dancing and kissing the air.
Jamie walks up slowly behind me, a presence I sense rather than hear or see or smell.
It’s like my soul and my womb are sending illicit, excited messages to each other, singing out in celebration as though it’s a done deal, as though there isn’t a massive Yasmin-shaped obstacle standing in our way.
Jamie wraps his arms around me, reaching over to grab my shoulders with opposite hands so that his forearms are laid almost tenderly across my breasts.
But beneath this surface softness, I can sense the rumbling animal intensity of him, and there’s no mistaking the solid length of his manhood pressing into my back, so hard and huge I almost gasp when I think about doing anything with it.
Doesn’t he have any idea how inexperienced I am?
Doesn’t he have any idea how impossible this is?
“Turn around, Jade,” he growls.
I turn slowly, still held tight in his arms, and then let out a shivering moan when he claims my lips again.
He pushes hard so that there’s as little space between us as possible, as though he wants to melt into me and have me melt into him. I guide my tongue to his, the tips dancing, happy to graze along each other and bask in this newfound pleasure.
The heat of the kiss spreads through my whole body, sizzling hands grazing down my neck and over my breasts, my nipples hardening and tingling, and then down my belly and all the way to my sex.
I shift against him, my body taking over, grinding so that my thighs rub against his legs. The thin fabric of the sweatpants is already wet, my panties clinging to my inflamed lips.
“Fucking hell,” he snarls. “I need to take you somewhere private. Now.”
I stare up into his eyes, my lips sore—both set of lips, aching, hot.
I open my mouth to tell him, no, but all that comes out is a wavering moan.
“We can’t have sex,” I murmur. “Not …”
Not yet, I was going to say, but then that would be a full-fledged admission that we’re going down that road, and I don’t know if I can do that.
It’s not even just the issue of betraying Yasmin, which in itself is a huge monolith in our way.
It’s the issue that, heck, he’s him and I’m me.
“Are you in charge now, Jade?” he growls, holding his face close to mine, staring at me in that just-Jamie way he has, as though I’m the only woman alive.
“Maybe I am,” I try to sass, but my voice comes out all shaky.
“And why can’t we have sex? Why can’t I peel off those sweatpants to reveal that big juicy ass of yours, and spank it, and rub it, and make you so wet and horny you cream for me just from that alone? Don’t you want that?”
My womb yells at me to put aside my insecurities, my morality, my everything and just lie back and let this hulking behemoth of a man drive that massive manhood up inside of me.
But my heart pounds out a beat of no-no-no.
Because I know all too well what would happen if I tried to take him if I gave into that desire.
I’d disappoint him, guaranteed.
“Of course I want it,” I moan, unable to lie when his hands are gliding down my sides toward my hips.
Amazingly, he doesn’t seem like he wants to flinch away or stop touching me. The mood that hovers every part of him, every gesture and every flare in his eyes, is obsession, as though he’s crushed on me as long as I’ve crushed on him.
Impossible, of course, because I started crushing on him when I was just a kid.
It’s more like he’s been waiting his whole life for somebody like me, and now that I’ve come along he can’t believe how lucky he is.
Shut up, I scream at these overactive thoughts. You’re getting ahead of yourself. He probably just thinks you’re a young woman who knows her way around the bedroom. When he finds out the truth, he’ll tell you to get the heck away from him.
“Jade?” Jamie says, leaning back slightly, eyes narrowed perceptively. “What is it? You can tell me. Is it …”