Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“I like it when you blush, Avery.”
Snapping my gaze up to meet his, I had to force myself to take a breath. “You do?”
He nodded.
When his eyes moved to my mouth, I licked my suddenly dry lips. A small growl sound came from the back of his throat. He pushed off the door frame and slowly made his way over to me. His eyes were still on my mouth, and I nervously chewed on my lower lip.
“It lights up your face.”
“What does?” I asked, surprised by how breathy my voice sounded.
He grinned, and I took a half step back to lean against the counter. Otherwise, I was pretty sure my legs were about to give out on me.
“When you blush.”
With a nervous chuckle, I turned slightly and put the glass bottle on the counter. “I’ve never heard of someone’s blush making their face light up.”
He was so close to me, I could hear his breaths—and he was breathing heavier. “Maybe it’s because you’re so incredibly beautiful that it simply enhances your beauty.”
I straightened and looked up at him. He was so tall. Easily six feet to my five-five. “You think I’m beautiful?” I asked.
Beck nodded, and his eyes searched my face before they landed back on my mouth.
Kiss me already!
“Thank you,” I whispered as I lifted onto my toes, trying to get closer to those soft-looking lips. I’d dreamed about what they would feel like last night, and this was pure torture.
“Avery,” he said in a low, pained voice.
My hands settled on his chest. “Beck.”
The next thing I knew, he had his hands on my waist, lifting me up onto the counter.
“We can’t do this.”
I raised a brow. “Do what?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
I spread my legs wider and hooked them around his thighs, drawing him closer. For a moment, I thought he was going to take a step back. But when I sucked my lower lip in, he growled…and lowered his mouth to mine.
Beck kissed me like he’d been wanting to do this from the moment we met. I opened instantly to him, and we both moaned as our tongues danced together. I’d been kissed plenty of times, but this was different. It was soft, yet rough. Wet and hot, and the hint of whiskey on his tongue left me feeling intoxicated. If I’d been standing, I would have sagged against his body.
My fingers slipped into his soft hair, and I couldn’t help myself; I tugged, causing Beck to pull my body closer to his. I gasped as I felt his hardness between my legs. His hands moved over my body in the gentlest of ways, but everywhere he touched felt on fire. My entire body was winding up tighter and tighter.
Beck pulled his mouth from mine and moved his lips along my jaw, causing me to drop my head back and moan in delight. His tongue moved over my throat, and my entire body trembled in response. My hands moved to his back, and I slipped them under his shirt.
“Beck, yes… I need more.”
He suddenly stilled, then gently put his hands on my shoulders and shook his head. My legs unwrapped from around him as he took a few steps away.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and I clasped my hands to the counter to hold myself straight as I drew in deep lungfuls of air.
“What’s…what’s wrong?” I asked between breaths.
Beck shook his head and ran a hand over his face. “That was a mistake.”
My stomach fell. “What?”
He turned away from me and appeared to be trying to regain control. I slipped off the counter and tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs.
Beck finally turned and faced me. “I lost control for a moment. I’m sorry.”
My eyes went wide. “I’m not sorry. Not in the least bit.”
His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t put my finger on. He stayed silent for a moment, and right before I was about to ask him what in the hell was wrong with him, he spoke.
“That can never happen again, Avery.”
“The kiss?”
“All of it. My hands on your body, my mouth…” He closed his eyes and wore a pained expression on his face.
My anger was slowly growing. “I don’t understand, Beck. Why can it never happen again?”
He ignored me and started to put his items into the bag, then quickly left the bathroom. My fingers touched my still-swollen lips, and I closed my eyes. That had been the most intense kiss of my life, and if he thought I was going to let it go, he was insane.
I walked into the room to see him closing his suitcase.
“Beck, I’m really confused. I thought there was something between us.”
He paused for a moment. “There is. Friendship, that’s all.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know how they do things in Texas, but I’ve never kissed a friend that way, or felt their hard dick pressed against my stomach.”