Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I’m a goner now.
Brett has a piece of my heart, and now Alex…
My God, how fickle am I?
I pull away and suck in a deep breath.
Alex’s hazel eyes widen. “You okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” My lips are tingling, my clit throbbing. “I shouldn’t have been so forward.”
He smiles. “You didn’t hear me complaining.”
I absently touch my fingers to my swollen lips. I was determined not to look like the easy little hayseed, and here I go again. Last night with Brett on the beach, and now I can’t keep my hands off Alex. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”
“That you like to kiss? I don’t think anyone could have an issue with that.”
“No, that I…” I shake my head, still straddling him…and still feeling his hard cock against my privates.
It feels good. So good.
“I’m not easy.”
“Kissing someone doesn’t exactly make you easy, Ariel.”
He’s right, of course. The rules I’ve been putting together in my head flash before me as if written in bright red.
Don’t be easy.
Be yourself.
Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.
Remember who you are.
Infatuation isn’t love.
“Why did you kiss me?” he asks.
“Because…” I sigh and lean into him, my nipples pushing against his shirt. “Because I wanted to, Alex. Because you look so handsome in those glasses. I just wanted to.”
The th-thump of his heart pulses against my body.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Do you want some sweet potato pie?”
I pull away just in time to see Clark arrive with the pie. My cheeks on fire and my pussy already slick, I slide off Alex’s lap and retake my seat across from him.
Clark serves us each a piece of pie with whipped cream. “Would either of you care for coffee?”
“Just water for me,” I say.
“Water’s good.” Alex nods. “Thank you, Clark.”
I twirl my fork in the peak of whipped cream, gazing at Alex—his dark stubble, his chiseled jawline, his nerdy yet sexy vibe. And he’s so sweet. He made sure this date was just the way I wanted it. What’s wrong with me? I’m ready to give my heart away again.
Infatuation isn’t love.
I sure liked that kiss, though. I also liked Brett’s kisses…and other things. But Brett has made his position clear. He’s getting to know everyone, and I’ll bet he gave Sienna one heck of an orgasm this afternoon. The no-pussy touching game was his idea, after all.
And now Sienna’s on a date with him.
Jealousy spikes through me, but I wash it away with a longing look at Alex and his glasses, which are back on his handsome face.
Our kiss was spectacular, and in a way, it was better than Brett’s. This one wasn’t propelled by pure lust. Tonight felt deeper in an emotional way, the way it began slowly and then transformed into something more intense.
“Are you going to try it?” Alex asks, wiping his full lips with his napkin.
“Yeah, of course.” I take a forkful of the pie and bring it to my lips.
I can’t help a moan as the creamy and spicy sweet-potato filling glides over my tongue. “I hate to say it, but that’s even better than Mama’s.”
“I’ll tell Chef you were pleased.” He takes another bite.
Our dinner date has been memorable, and now soon we’ll watch his movie in the theater inside the mansion. I’m looking forward to it, but part of me wants to go back to the beach and lie under the moonlight. But this time, I want Alex’s tongue between my legs…
I’m warm all over, yet I brush my hands over my arms as if to ease a chill.
What’s wrong with me? Since when have I been so horny?
Clark returns to clear our plates, and then we’re alone. The sun has a little of its glow hanging on as dusk settles in. If I were home, the crickets would be chirping about now.
Alex rises. “You ready?” He offers me his hand.
I take it, and a spark shoots straight between my legs.
Damn. I am fickle! Maybe I’m too young to be here. Twenty-two is barely out of my teens. These men are looking for life partners—women who have more of a clue than I do. They want a woman who knows who she likes best.
Last night I was ready to give my heart—and my body—to Brett. Tonight? As Alex gazes at me with those eyes the color of the greenish-gold kudzu leaves as the plant prepares for winter in Alabama, all I know is now.
Not last night.
Not tomorrow.
Now.
And Alex is now.
“I hope you like the movie,” he says as we walk back through the courtyard toward the mansion. “But it’s not as good as the book.”
“Movies never are,” I reply, but when I look up at him, I see the merriment in his eyes. “Of course you’d say that. You wrote the book.”
“Yup.” He squeezes my hand.