Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Screw it.
My breath caught in my throat. I licked my lips, a sudden streak of confidence rolling through me.
I reached out, dragging my thumb across his jaw. “Tell me why you won’t talk about yourself.”
I looked from his eyes to his lips and back again.
He pulled in a sharp breath, turning his head to one side. “Not really my style.”
“Is that right?” I said. “Maybe it’s my turn to call bullshit.”
My thumb grazed his lower lip and his eyes flared wide, just for a moment. I’d gotten that reaction out of him.
He moved to draw my thumb between his lips, sucking on it. And if I’d been getting hard already, now I was at full fucking mast beneath my pants.
“I promise you, Shane,” he said, letting my thumb go, “you don’t want to hear about my life.”
“Wrong.”
I pushed him downward until his back was on the couch. I was above him now, my heart pounding about a million times a minute as I pinned him below me. His shoulder was warm beneath my palm.
What the fuck was I doing?
I watched as a slow smile spread across Rowen’s face, though, and his gaze trailed over my face. He liked this. And he liked that he’d gotten this reaction out of me, too. His hands landed on my thighs and he dragged them upward, inching toward my cock.
I had to feel more. To know more. To get closer to him, somehow, even though he felt like he was always one step farther than I wished he would be.
“Come here,” I said softly.
If he wouldn’t open up to me, I knew I could open up to him. To show him exactly how interesting he really was, if he’d just give me a chance.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
He tasted sweet. There was the hint of whiskey ginger on his mouth, but it was also just him—he was unlike anyone I’d ever kissed before.
He kissed like he was still trying to distract me from my questions, and the problem was that it was working. He was giving me everything with his tongue. Wet heat slid out against my tongue gently at first and then a little more insistently, making my cock throb.
His fingers dig into my thigh, grasping for more.
“Still think I’m afraid to kiss a guy?” he murmured against my lips.
“No. Think you’re afraid to talk about yourself, though,” I said back to him, lifting an eyebrow as I held his gaze, steadfast.
“You really want to know about me?” he asked, searching my face.
I leaned down again and took his lower lip between my teeth. “Obviously,” I said, but even now I was distracted by his soft moan.
“And what do you want to know, pretty boy?”
“Don’t call me that,” I growled even though when he’d said it, my cock had throbbed all over again.
He pulled in a slow breath, his eyes looking lower. His lashes were so dark, and when he looked away from me, I wanted to just keep staring at him for hours like he was a painting.
“The truth is that I ended up hating my life in New York City. Okay?” he said, glancing back up to me. “I don’t like talking about it because it makes me feel really bad.”
“Oh,” I said, surprised by his sudden burst of honesty. “I’m sorry.”
Maybe he was the one who was a lot sadder than he seemed.
He reached a hand up, running it along my hair and the side of my face. “You’re sweet. It’s okay, Shane. When I’m with you, I don’t think about my past as much. I really like that. So thank you.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Buttering me up.”
“Little bit,” he said, a glimmer in his eyes.
I leaned down and kissed him again, finally letting myself relax into it and trust him.
I wanted to know more. But if he wasn’t going to offer it up, I wasn’t going to try and wrestle blood from a stone.
He felt good.
And it wasn’t as if any of this was serious to begin with.
When he let his palm come up to cup the outline of my dick, I groaned deeply, unable to hide exactly how much I wanted it.
I pulled off of his mouth, looking him dead in the eye.
“Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not,” he said, but his eyes were full of fire. “I want to try sucking cock.”
I swallowed hard as my cock very obviously twitched under his palm.
I’d long been a fan of videos online where guys claimed to be first-time cock suckers, but even when I got off to those videos, I knew most of them must have been fake. I’d never actually been with a guy who had never done it before.
And I’d been fucking craving it for as long as I could remember.
The idea of being Rowen’s first time…