Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“I want to kiss you even when I’m asleep, Chlo.” His open mouth feathered over hers and a melting sensation crept into her thighs, the muscles between them pulling taut, so taut she just barely caught a whimper. “I’m like this day and night.”
“You don’t always show me.”
He tilted his head to the right, teased her lips open with a lick. “I’ll show you now.”
Who was she kidding trying to resist this?
The heartbeat between her thighs was pounding just as swiftly as the one in her chest. She was always starving for this man, but right now, she’d crawl on her hands and knees through the desert for another minute of being grinded into the door by his huge hockey body, for more time with his breath on her face, his fingers in her hair. And he must have read that truth in her eyes, because he shook the phone slightly. “Baseball guy first.”
“Do I delete it n-now?”
“No, you’ll do it later.” He tucked the phone back into her purse, then removed the purse completely, letting it drop to the floor. “You’re not going to be able to focus on anything else once I get started.”
“You either.”
“Facts.”
They looked into each other’s eyes for several seconds and it was like going to the top floor of a skyscraper in a glass elevator at a hundred miles an hour. She left her stomach on the ground, toppled into the bottomless well of feeling he had inside of him and flew, flew to the top, their lips locking and twisting, bodies pressing roughly on a mutual groan, the first kiss a precursor to madness—because that’s exactly what ensued.
Their first kiss since the night they met was an implosion.
A whimper. A guttural groan. A damp slant of lips. Two bodies shaking.
Breath being denied. A refusal to give up the blessed suction. Texture. Friction.
“Miss me, dream girl?” he panted.
“Yes,” she gasped, being drawn into round two. The ferociousness of it. How he opened their mouths wider than most people would consider appropriate, feeding her his tongue in an intimate lick that turned her fingernails to claws that she sunk into his buns—and to be clear, she had no idea when she’d grabbed his butt, only that his was firm and male and he was openly fucking her mouth now. No kiss count was being kept, even as they occasionally came up for breaths, loud gasps of air, before their mouths were attached once again, licking and suctioning and growing hungrier with every rasp of his stubble on her smooth chin.
“You’re going to feel my weight on top of you, Chloe.” His lips moved to her neck for a hard suck, followed by a cherishing lick. “You’ll feel it behind you. Beneath you. You’re going to feel the weight of me, of us, everywhere.”
“I already do.”
“I know, baby. God, me too.” Another diving kiss, more frantic this time, his hands wedging between the door and her backside, gripping tight through her yoga pants, a shudder going through his big body when she rubbed her cheeks in those huge hands, savoring his touch there. “You’re going to trust me to find a way for us, even though it’s getting harder. You delete everyone else, but you don’t ever delete me. Ever.”
“I won’t,” she whimpered, writhing now between him and the door. “I won’t.”
“Good girl. My fucking girl.”
“Yes.”
“When I walk out of here,” he said hoarsely against her mouth, his erection so full now, so close it felt like a part of her, “those contacts are gone. You don’t know them anymore.”
She was already nodding, wrapping her right leg around his waist, tilting her hips, begging without words for another kiss and he granted it, because he had no choice, neither one of them did and she could see that so easily. Feel it. The riotous pull that had anchored itself that first night at the country club and only grown heavier, unable to be pulled back up into the ship.
“If you do that for me, if you agree to knock this bullshit off about dating other people . . .” Unexpectedly, he rammed her into the door with his hips, pinning and grinding, mouth dropping open on a guttural sound. “I’ll come back here tonight after practice and fuck you until your thighs melt. How does that sound?”
Huh. What.
Her blood turned to molten metal.
She couldn’t respond. Couldn’t speak or reason. She was too busy reeling. Trying to convince herself she’d heard him wrong. Had she? Or was he really, finally, giving in? “Really?” she whispered, holding her breath.
“I’m done being noble. I’m not losing you to another man. I’ll die first. Do you understand me?” He pinned her roughly to the door, rolled his lower body. “It’s going to feel so fucking good. I bet you’re going to bite.”