Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Liv. I didn’t mean to freak you out. I knew I was moving too fast, and I should have slowed down.”
I drop my hands from her neck, and she grabs them, putting them back in place. “I didn’t say it was too fast. I said it was too intense. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that, Jason. At least, it’s never felt like that.”
All I can feel is shock. She liked it. She really did, but she wanted to run instead of staying with me and talking it out. I shouldn’t push her or try to sway her. I should take it slow from here on out and let her pick the pace. I realize my fingers are digging into her skin, and I loosen my hold on her and move my hands to her shoulders, down her arms and then hold her hands.
“I like it when you do that.”
Caught off guard, I ask her, “You like it when I do what?”
“I like that instead of releasing your hold on me, you trail your hand down my arms.”
I smile and tilt my head to the side. “I do that because I’m afraid I’ll touch something I shouldn’t be touching.”
She giggles, and fuck, I never realized how much I love the sound of a laugh until I heard hers. Everything inside me wants to flip her to her back, pull her dress up, and thrust into her telling her she’s mine with every thrust. The need to do it is overwhelming.
“What’s that look?” she asks me.
I soften the muscles in my face. “What look?”
She pushes her finger into my cheek. “You looked mad for a minute.”
I shake my head. “I’m not mad. I’m just trying to hold back.” I groan. “Liv, there are things I want to do to you that probably will freak you out.”
She giggles again, and I smile as she leans her forehead to mine. “I want you to do those things, Jason.”
I take in a deep breath and try to count to ten, but I don’t make it. “I want to touch you.”
She slides her face next to mine until she’s whispering into my ear. “I want that too.”
I clench my eyes trying to get myself under control. I say her name, but it sounds more like a warning. “Liv.”
I feel her smile against my cheek. “Jason,” she says in the same tone I used on her. I’m not sure if she realizes it or not, but her hips are thrusting softly against mine.
I laugh and pull back. “Can I ask you a question?”
Her hands are sliding across my chest, and I’m doing my best to keep myself together. Her voice is a whisper. “Yes.”
With one arm hooked around her waist, I put a finger to her neck. “Can I touch you…”—I trail my finger down her chest, over her belly and don’t stop until I’m pressing against the part of her that is rocking against my hard cock—“here. Can I touch you here, Liv?”
She whimpers, pressing her pussy into my hand. “Yes. God, yes.”
I slide my hand down to the hem of her dress and run my palm over her soft bare skin. Wrapping a hand around her thigh, I squeeze, and she trembles.
“Cold?” I ask her.
“No, I’m burning up.”
“I’m going to lay you on the couch, Liv.”
She climbs off my lap and lays back on the couch, pulling me with her. We both laugh, and she wraps her arms and legs around me. I’m hovering over her, and I run my hand through her hair.
Reaching between us, I press my hand between her legs. Her panties are soaked, and I rub my palm across her. “You’re wet, Liv.”
She smacks me on the chest playfully. “Yeah, well, what do you expect? I’ve been like this since our kiss last night. All I gotta do is think about it, about you, and this is what happens.”
I rub her through the silky panties, and she lifts her hips to meet my hand.
I want to kiss her. I want it so badly, but I’m not risking her running away from me. Not now.
I start to slide down her body and she grabs onto my arms. “Where are you going?”
I smile and keep going. “Where do you think I’m going?”
“Jason, really, you don’t have to—”
“Have to? Fuck, Liv, I’m dying to taste you.”
She still doesn’t release me, and I know I need to do the right thing here. “It’s your call, baby.”
I feel and hear her suck in a deep breath, and when she lets it out, she gives me the go ahead. “Okay, yes. I mean, please.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slide down her body and push her dress up her thighs. My lower half is hanging off the side of the couch and I’m at the wrong angle, but there’s no way I’m going to complain. I dip my fingers into the band at her waist and bring her panties down her hips. She lifts her hips as I pull them down and then drop them to the floor.