Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I ghosted my fingertips down his arm, and I met his hungry gaze. Fuck me. He was trying to hold back. The desire was so clear in his eyes that it caused a rush of heat to sweep through me. But I wasn’t sure he was gonna do anything about it. His jaw was set, and I felt his muscles shift underneath the flesh on his arms, as if he was physically trying to control himself.
Maybe he had qualms.
I didn’t.
I reached up and kissed him, and I brushed my hands along his lower abdomen, feeling him tense up underneath. It took me about a second to reach his chest, the same amount of time that it took him to kiss me back. He was tentative at first, which sent me in two different directions. Should I ease away and stop? Should I push?
He answered for me by finally deepening the kiss and bringing his hands to my hips.
Excitement flooded me, and we parted our lips at the same time. As we tasted each other, I locked my arms around his neck, and that seemed to break the last of his resolve. He let out a low rumble of a groan, gripped my hips tighter, and pulled me flush to his body.
I sucked in a breath at the feel of him and swept my tongue around his.
I did my best not to put pressure on his injured shoulder, but he didn’t seem bothered whatsoever. He walked me backward into deeper waters, then planted his hands at the backs of my thighs, and I took the hint. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my legs around him, and our kiss went from teasing to greedy and full of passion.
Fuck, I just wanted to lose myself in him.
We were done with the steps, with the okay, if you like this, maybe I can do that.
I clung to him and poured myself into the kiss, and a violent shudder ripped through me as he slipped his hands down my boxer briefs and squeezed my ass. Just like that. He’d lost his cautiousness. He kneaded my ass cheeks like he couldn’t get enough, and he brushed his fingers in between.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, boy.” He breathed heavily and kissed his way down my neck. Each kiss laced with urgency and greed. “Goddamn irresistible.”
Don’t let me stop you.
I moaned when he wriggled his middle finger inside me.
“Bed or beach—you choose,” I said, out of breath.
He shuddered and slowed down a little.
I didn’t like that part.
Why were we slowing down?
He withdrew his finger and held me close but loosened my legs around him. “We’re not having sex.”
What? Why?!
I inched back and peered up at him. “Why you gotta say dumb shit? Don’t you wanna fuck me?”
He exhaled a chuckle and cupped my face in his hands. “More than you know.” He kissed me chastely. “No word is good enough to describe what you do to me. But the timing isn’t right, Crew. We don’t have protection—”
“I never go without, otherwise,” I said quickly. “You got nothing to worry about, I swear.”
“What about lube?”
Was he playing? He couldn’t be serious.
I waited him out, ’cause this wasn’t about lube and freaking rubbers.
Come on.
He let out a breath. “Fine. Something tells me you’re much more used to casual sex than I am, and I’ve put those days behind me.”
That was bullshit. Partly, anyway. Just because casual sex was my default didn’t mean I was used to it. I hadn’t gotten laid in four months!
“So what am I gonna do with this?” I brought one of his hands to my cock and made him grasp it tightly through my underwear.
He sucked in a breath, his expression darkening with lust again, and he dipped down and kissed me.
There we go.
We were back on track.
He seduced me like a pro with deep, hungry kisses, and he didn’t let go of my cock. He rubbed me firmly and unhurriedly at first, before he slipped a hand underneath and gripped me properly. My breath stuttered. He began walking us back to the beach, and I was like, fuck yeah. Finally. He still had the choice. Bed or beach.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned.
He hummed. “Would you go for a man like me back home? If this were just another day in LA?”
“Huh? Why wouldn’t I? You’re hot as fuck. If I met you in a bar, we’d be in a cab going back to your place after the first beer.”
He smiled into a kiss and took another few steps. Now, the water ended mid-thigh.
“Not to your place?”
Uh, no. My place was a mess, and I didn’t bring home hookups.
“Should we really be talking now?” I eye-fucked his chest and couldn’t help but touch him there. He talked about me being irresistible? So was he.
He chuckled huskily and sank down on his knees before me.