Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Jesus, Harp. Look at those legs.” Landon runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “It’s like they go on for days.” He steps forward and gives me a tender kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I murmur against his lips. “You look so handsome.”
His lips curl into a sweet smile. “You ready to go? We have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Any chance you’re going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask in a flirty tone, hoping he’ll give in.
“Nope.” He grabs my bag for me, and I close the door behind us, throwing my purse over my shoulder. It has snacks, my sketchpad, and my CD collection.
After throwing my bag into his car, he comes around and opens the door for me to get in. Once I’m situated, I find the CD I’m looking for and push it into the player. Then, I pull my sketchpad and pencils out of my bag so I can draw.
Landon gets in, buckles up, and then takes off. We talk about school and me trying to find a job as he drives through town. When he hits the highway, I pay attention to the signs and right away, I know where we’re going.
“New York?” I shriek, and a chuckle rumbles through Landon.
“I should’ve made you close your eyes,” he jokes.
“For the entire four-hour drive?” I laugh. “Why are we going there?” There are so many possibilities. I’ve only been to New York a few times. My last visit there was a couple years ago, just before my dad lost his job. My parents took me to an art exhibit I was dying to go to and we made a weekend out of it. It was during that trip, I decided I wanted to go to NYU. The city is so fast-paced compared to the sleepy town we live in. I imagined taking the subway everywhere, checking out all the art museums, and getting lost in all the culture the city’s filled with. Unfortunately, now that my dad has cashed out my college fund, I won’t be able to attend any big university unless I get a scholarship. I know I can get accepted, but do I really want to graduate in debt? My mom thinks I can probably get some financial aid since my dad isn’t working and has no income, and she isn’t rich by any means. I won’t know, though, until next year. For now, I’m just keeping an open mind, focusing on school, and making sure my grades are good.
“It’s a surprise,” he says, shooting me a playful wink before he refocuses on the road.
“Fine.” I huff in fake annoyance.
The next couple hours, while Landon drives, we sit in comfortable silence, listening to my CDs while I sketch in my notepad. We do this a lot at his house or at the park. I love how comfortable we are with each other. We don’t need constant conversation. We’re okay just sitting next to each other, being around each other.
“What are you drawing?” Landon asks, sneaking a glance over to my sketchpad.
“You.” I turn the paper around to show him. It’s a profile view of him. His chiseled jawline with a few day-old stubble. His messy brown hair. And his kissable neck.
“You’re going to make an amazing art teacher one day,” he says. “You’re so damn talented.”
“You make it easy.” I set my pad and pencil down and shift in my seat, so I can reach over the console and kiss him. I pepper kisses along his cheek and jawline and work my way down his neck, careful not to distract him too much from driving.
My lips stop at the spot on his neck where you can feel a person’s pulse, and I suckle on his flesh. He groans but doesn’t stop me. One of his hands finds its way to the top of my thigh and he runs his fingers across my skin, eliciting goose bumps. I kiss my way up his neck and nibble on his earlobe.
As his hand trails under my dress and settles under the thin material of my panties, rubbing circles across my now-throbbing clit, mine finds its way to his pants. I unbutton them and then pull the zipper down.
Landon’s breathing becomes labored. “Harper…”
“Shh… just focus on the road,” I whisper, licking around the outside curve of his earlobe. We’ve kissed a lot the last couple weeks, but we’ve yet to take it any further than that. A squeeze of a breast here and there, but no touching under the clothes… until now.
Reaching into his pants and boxers, I pull his dick out and stroke it up and down, while I pepper kisses along his ear, cheek, jaw, and neck. Because I needed to reach over, my legs are closed, but that doesn’t stop Landon from working my clit with his fingers.