Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Sure you were. Just like all those other times you’d flirt with me. Only then, you weren’t actually expecting me to say yes.”
We’re moving into dangerously flirty territory, and he’s right. When we started working on our movie, I had no doubt my flirting rolled right off his back. Now … since Montana …
He eyes me expectantly, but there’s no way to respond to that.
Blake’s blond hair is messy, and his blue eyes shine in amusement. “We should go for a swim.”
“I don’t have my trunks. Your friends stole them from me in Montana.”
Blake snorts. “It didn’t stop you there.”
The thought of Blake all wet, naked in the pool … I can’t go there, but I’m so going to. “I’m no longer hungry.”
Blake stands and leads me outside, grabbing towels on the way.
It’s a mistake I’ve made a million times over, and it’s one I’ll probably keep making. Because even though I’m always the one that ends up hurt, I want to watch Blake come undone again. Only, this time I want to be the one to do it.
Blake pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the grass as he makes his way over to the pool. The outside houselights illuminate his silhouette, and as he turns his head back toward me with a coy look on his face, the blue hues coming from the pool lights give him an ethereal quality.
He could very well be the most attractive man I’ve ever been with.
His fingers dip into the waistband of his pants and shimmy them down his legs along with his underwear, exposing his amazing ass.
I only got a short glimpse of it when he was wearing that thong, but exposed bare … Nngh, I have to bite my knuckles before I jump him.
He dives into the pool, and I’m still completely dressed. I shuck off my shirt and undo my jeans while I toe off my shoes and socks. Blake comes up for air and watches me from the water, slowly inching toward the side closest to me.
His stare touches every inch of my skin as I remove all my clothes. My entire body heats, and when I drop my underwear to the ground and step out of them, his gaze goes right to my very hard cock.
Then the fucker smiles. “Aww, that for me?”
I reach for myself and give a soft stroke, pulling back the velvety tight skin.
There’s no denying the way he reacts to me. “Shit. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Blake mutters.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I promised I wouldn’t try to have sex with you, but you’re making it really hard.”
“Pun intended?”
“Definitely.” Blake moves toward the steps of the pool and emerges just enough for me to see his cock in a similar state.
I release mine and go to the side of the pool, lowering myself to sit on the edge and dangle my feet in the water. Blake watches me, and like the last time we were naked together, I love how his gaze wanders over me and takes me all in.
I go back to my cock, stroking slowly, and have to bite my lip to stop from noise escaping and scaring Blake off. I stare down where I’m working myself over while I lean backward and use my free hand to hold me up.
“Jord …” Blake croaks.
My gaze flicks toward him. That hungry look in his eye, the way he can’t take his attention away from what I’m doing, this is the type of shit I get high on.
Blake looks like he wants to do so many things to me, and I don’t want to deny him. At all. I should, but I don’t want to.
“I might need some help,” I say.
He hesitates but not for long. Blake moves toward me, the water swishing around his body, and he arrives at my side. He’s on the last step, covered by the water until about his nipples. With me on the side of the pool, he’s just the right height, if he were to lean over—
“Are you sure?” he whispers.
“That I need help?”
“That you want it. From me.”
“I don’t want to want it from you, but I do. There’s no changing that.”
His blue eyes, only made bluer by the lights in the water, pierce through me, and I have to hold back a shudder.
“Get in the water.” His voice is warm and deep, sounding very similar to the voice he uses for Coby Godspeed. It’s an octave deeper than his natural voice. And even though I’m sure he purposely does it for his movies, right now I get the impression he can’t help it.
“I thought you might’ve wanted a little taste first. I can tell you the chlorine taste isn’t delightful, so now’s your chance before I’m all wet.”
His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I’d mistake it for nerves if it weren’t for the hungry look in his eye. “I … uh … wouldn’t know what I’m doing.”