Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 85484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
He shakes his head and sighs. “Well, we might as well go to Mom’s before she starts calling or knocking because my family clearly has issues with boundaries.”
My jaw drops. “No.”
“What?”
“You can’t just … walk away after that.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.
“Do you want me to give you a play-by-play? Because I can. I will.”
Before I know what’s happening, he reaches for me and yanks me into him again. I melt into his arms, my heart pounding so hard I might faint.
“Let me tell you something, Dream Girl,” he says, his eyes blazing. “I’ve thought about what I would do to you so many fucking times that my cock is about to explode with you in my arms.”
I slip my hand between us and palm him through his pants. He flexes against me, his nostrils flaring.
“But I’m not fucking you right now,” he says, his features resolute.
“And why not?”
He lowers his face to mine. “Because when I fuck you, you’ll beg me for it, just like I’ve begged you for years.”
Oh. My. Fucking. Hell.
“You’re going to sit through dinner, surrounded by my family, with soaked panties while you think of my cock splitting you in two.”
I gulp, barely able to breathe. He’s right. I’m already absolutely soaked, and all I can think about is his cock.
“After dinner, if you behave, I’ll bring you back here and give you everything you want.”
I force a swallow. My lips part, and I suck in a deep breath. His cologne fills my senses, and the room gets hazy.
“You’ve made me wait. It won’t kill you to wait a couple of hours now,” he says, smirking. “Let’s go have dinner.”
“You’re not even going to kiss me?” I ask, bewildered.
He chuckles as he leaves the room. “Nope.”
Motherfucker.
12
PIPPA
“What’s the matter?” Jess asks, reaching behind him and grabbing my hand. He winks, slowing his pace so I can catch up.
Not that I couldn’t catch up if I wanted to. I’m just moping. And reeling. Pouting a little bit too.
“Holding your hand is so lame,” I say, rolling my eyes.
He chuckles, clearly amused by my antics. “I’m sorry. Are your panties in a twist?”
“For your information, I’m not wearing any. So fuck off.”
He stops in the middle of the road between his house and his parents’. The abruptness leaves me stumbling.
He works his jaw back and forth, studying me to discover whether I’m telling the truth.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “Is your dick getting hard again?”
It’s my turn to wink.
“You think this is funny, don’t you?” he asks.
“About as funny as you did when you told me you weren’t even going to kiss me.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“How long does it take to kiss me? I’m starting to think you’re full of shit, and you’ve let your mouth overload your ass—which is something I know a lot about. Hence, the reason I’m here in the first place.”
He plucks a lock of hair off my shoulder and tosses it back. His knuckles graze my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.
“If I get the privilege of touching you,” he says, his voice soft, “I’m not hurrying. I’m not kissing you and ending it so we can leave. I’m not starting something I can’t stop. I’ve waited too damn long.”
My chest tightens as I peer up into his green eyes. “If, huh? Do you think there’s a chance it won’t happen?”
“I’m trying not to get my hopes up, just in case.”
Anxiety flickers through me, and I shift my weight from one foot to the other, trying to process which way to go.
I know what he means about not getting his hopes up; I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment, either.
Although I’m all in on sleeping with Jess today—now, preferably—I haven’t forgotten reality.
“Let’s make a deal,” I say.
“Shoot.”
“All bets are off for the next week. Until we get back from Silver Springs, anything goes.”
His eyes light up.
“We both want this, right?” I ask.
“Hell, yeah.”
“So let’s do it. Take disappointment off the table. Let’s get our fill of one another and get back to our regularly scheduled programming.”
He gives me a crooked smile. “What if our regularly scheduled programming gets new channels?”
“It won’t.”
It can’t.
He looks at me curiously. “How are you so sure? How do you know with certainty that you won’t come back from Silver Springs and want to keep things going? I can be very persuasive.”
“Not persuasive enough, or we would’ve fucked before now.”
His gaze nearly burns a hole through me. This isn’t helping.
“Look, Jess, I’ve told you before that you’ll be a great husband and father someday. That’s not my future. I don’t want that. And what I don’t want even more is to get to a spot together where we’re having conversations that I can already resolve now. I would rather not do anything at all with you than have to do that.”