Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
The door swings shut, and I flip the lock before snagging Ainsley’s hand and pulling her into my body. “I’m going to kiss you,” I growl before I crash my mouth down over hers. She freezes for a single heartbeat before she melts into me. Her head falls back, allowing me better access as I devour her sweet lips. My tongue slides along the seam, and she doesn’t hesitate to open for me. The taste of strawberries bursts on my tongue, and I groan while plunging my hands into her thick, silky hair. I’m hard as a rock and don’t bother to hide it, going so far as to push my erection further into her stomach so she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
A soft moan escapes Ainsley’s mouth, and it fuels my hunger for her. “Fuck,” I breathe against her lips. “I want you.” Her tits are pressing into my chest, her hard, little nipples poking through the spandex. Her hips move restlessly, and it’s clear I’m not alone in my need.
But this is fast. As much as I want to go full speed ahead, I have the feeling I need to back off so that I don’t scare her away. Not that I’ll go very far. I intend to keep her, and that means not letting her leave my side.
I manage to tear myself away from her, though it’s about the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. My chest is moving up and down rapidly, and my heart is pounding. My hands slip out of Ainsley’s hair and cup her cheeks so I can stare down at her beautiful face. Her green eyes are dark and hazy with lust, her face flushed a pretty pink, and her lips are swollen. She looks like she’s been thoroughly kissed. “You are gorgeous,” I murmur before giving in and giving her one more brush of my mouth over hers.
“I—that was—wow,” she sputters as she shakes her head. “I’ve never done that.”
I raise a brow. “You’ve never been kissed like that?” How could anyone kiss Ainsley without succumbing to an all-consuming passion?
“I’ve never been kissed before.”
My hands hold her face firmly between them, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I rest my forehead to hers. There is nothing that will stop me from taking Ainsley, but knowing I’m her first kiss, it beats the fuck out of my resolve to take this slow. Because, if she’s never even been kissed… “Baby, are you a virgin?” I almost choke on the question; my throat tight from the struggle to control myself. My eyes open, and I lock our gazes as I wait for her answer.
She looks unsure as she whispers, “Yes.”
It’s a fight to draw oxygen into my lungs, but I manage to suck in a calming breath. I do it again, and this time it’s a little easier.
“I don’t want to come on too strong, my little daredevil, but with you, I don’t seem to have any other choice.” Something in my tone causes her emerald green eyes to widen. “You are mine, Ainsley.” I run a finger along her bottom lip. “This mouth”—the finger journeys down to her breast where I slowly circle her tight nipple—“these tits”—I continue down until I reach the apex of her thighs and cup her there—“this pussy. They are all mine.” Ainsley looks shocked, but she doesn’t object or pull away.
The thick air around us begins to dissipate and I step back, ignoring the painful protest of my cock. Again, I’m grateful to be wearing loose pants, or I imagine I’d be suffering from some pretty severe cuts from the teeth of my zipper.
A knock on my door startles us both, and I growl at the interruption. I gently push on Ainsley’s shoulders, urging her towards the couch to the left of the door, then spin around and flip the lock before opening the door with enough force to make it bang into the wall. “What?” I bark.
Cannon takes a step back, and his eyebrows lift almost to the hairline of his buzzed, blond hair. “Whoa, dude.” He puts his hands up in a defensive pose. “No need to come out swinging.”
Fuck. I sigh when I remember that Cannon is here to run over the new choreography before we film the scene tonight at The Lennox. I glance over at Ainsley and debate my options. I know I should let her do as I suggested earlier, get a snack before her costume fitting, but I’m loathe to let her out of my sight for even an hour or two.
“How about I send Marie here for your costume change and have lunch delivered for both of you?” I suggest with a charmingly persuasive smile. At least this way, I know she’s here, in my space, waiting for me.