Doomsday Love Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
<<<<546472737475768494>171
Advertisement2


His skin was soft beneath my hands, smooth and clear, dimpled in all the right places. I worked my way downward, and when I was finished with his back, I knew it was time to do the chest.

My breathing picked up as I stepped between his legs. Drake’s hands gripped my waist, and he sat me on his lap.

And in my ear, he whispered, “Relax, babe. It’s just muscles.”

I smiled down at him. “I am relaxed.”

“Sure you are.”

He was so full of himself. I poured the oil on his chest, rubbing it over each pec, down his delicious abs, and he leaned back so I could reach the V. Oh, those cuts. They led right down to his grey swimming trunks.

I wondered what else was down there…waiting.

“There. How’s that?” I asked.

“Good.” He pulled out some Ray-Bans from his pocket, shielding his eyes. “You tanning with me, right?”

I nodded, handing him the bottle.

He grabbed it, bringing me between his thighs. He moved behind me, his actions deliberate.

When he poured the oil in his hands, it was like the perfect back massage. His thumbs ran over my muscles, over the soft tissue, releasing some of the tension I held before.

I could hear him breathing deeper as his hands went lower. He was holding onto restraint, realizing he was getting closer to my ass.

I smirked and pulled my hair over one shoulder as he came back up to rub the oil there too.

“Turn around,” he murmured when he slid back.

I turned and sat on one of his thighs again. His hands started at my shoulders, down my arms. He traveled over my stomach gently, stopping just at the waistband of my teal bikini.

And then he came up to my chest, massaging it, venturing down to my cleavage.

I glanced around. No one was paying us any attention at all. It was like we were in our own world, touching each other in ways we shouldn’t have.

Before I knew it, Drake’s hand was cupping one of my breasts. He had me pulled close to him, and his mouth was so close to mine I could already taste him.

“How does that feel?” he murmured.

“Good,” I responded breathily.

“You look good covered in oil,” he remarked.

“You as well.” I leaned in closer, and he gave me exactly what I was waiting for. Pulling his hand away from my breast, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

I cupped one side of his face, but it still didn’t feel like enough.

I was suffocating by him and inhaling him all at once.

His mouth molded perfectly with mine. Each press and flicker of his tongue was driving me crazy. I couldn’t handle just this anymore.

I needed more. He was making me wait for so long. I mean, technically two months isn’t very long to wait, but for a guy to be calling the shots on waiting… well, let’s just say Drake was one patient man.

“My parents aren’t home,” I whispered when the kiss broke.

His eyes focused on my lips. “No?”

“Nope.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“We should go back to my place after this. I added you to the visitors list.”

“Maybe.” He inclined his body, resting on his palms as he looked towards the pool.

“We don’t have to,” I added quickly. “I just thought it’d be nice to not hangout in the truck.”

“Yeah. That sounds cool.”

I pouted a little, and when he didn’t meet my eyes, I climbed off of his lap.

“You know, I don’t get it, Drake.”

He finally looked at me. I was standing with my hands on my hips, my focus on him. “Get what?”

“Why you’re still waiting. What are you afraid of?”

“Who said I was afraid?” He sat up. “You think I’m afraid of taking you?” His head shook. “No. It’s not that I’m afraid of doing what I want to you. I’m just afraid of what you’ll think of me when I end up fucking the shit out of you and not being able to control myself.”

I swallowed thickly. “You won’t hurt me that much.”

“That’s what you think.” He sighed. “I don’t want your ideas of me to change.”

“They won’t.” I grabbed his hand. “Please, Drake, just stop. There is nothing bad about you. I like your rough side. I like everything about you. Okay? Stop making excuses for me. If I didn’t want to be with you or around you, I wouldn’t be.”

He grumbled something beneath his breath and then lay back, staring up at the sky. I did the same as he blew out a breath.

“Fine. We can go back to your place.”

I whipped my head over to look at him. “Really?” I asked with a grin.

“Yeah. But until then, let’s just enjoy our time here.” He reached for my hand. He squeezed it lightly, a faint smile on his lips. “You test my limits, you know that?”


Advertisement3

<<<<546472737475768494>171

Advertisement4