Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
In fact, I felt like I could probably love her.
I’d known her for less than a week, but I already knew that I wanted her around for longer than just a month.
I’d start with tonight, though.
“I’m on birth control,” she started the moment I let her up for air.
I felt my dick thicken at her words.
“I’m clean,” I said. “I just did the yearly physical required for the Liners. One hundred precent clean bill of health.”
And thank God for that. Because had I not had that done, and she’d told me she was clean, I would’ve had to go with my moral compass and tell her that I needed to get tested first before I did her bare.
Not because I had anything wrong with me, but because I felt that was a courtesy she deserved to have.
“I’d just like you to know this isn’t my norm.” She breathed heavily, her hands now on my collar bones.
I trailed the backs of my fingertips along the base of her throat, then trailed it down until my hand met fabric. “I know what kind of person you are.”
Her eyes that’d been trained down at my collar bones where her hand had been resting flashed up to meet mine.
“I’m unexperienced as hell,” she added.
The corners of my mouth twitched up into an almost smile before I said, “Guess it’s bad that I’m not either?”
She scoffed, and I grinned wickedly at her.
“I may look like I should be, but I’m not,” I admitted. “I’ve had all of two people in my life since my baby mama…and let’s just say, none of those were lasting or quite memorable.”
She sighed and melted into me a little bit deeper, the movement making her lap shift so that I was pressed directly between her legs.
That “melting” went to “stiffening” as she resituated herself, or tried to. I caught her hips before she could move then said, “Are you sure about this? I can wait.”
I didn’t want to wait.
In fact, that sounded like the cruelest form of punishment, if I did say so myself.
“One last thing.” She nibbled on the edge of her lip, letting me know that this was very serious, what she was about to say.
“Yeah?” I asked, loosening up on the downward pressure I’d been forcing her hips into.
“I…might fall asleep.” She cringed.
I froze, thinking about that.
“Um…” I hesitated. “What?”
I mean, now that she brought up the possibility, it did make sense that it would be something that could happen. She did have narcolepsy, after all.
“Getting overly excited…” She blushed profusely. “It’s just…it happens. That’s why I’m not…experienced. The one and only time I tried to have it, I fell asleep during it, woke up and the dude was gone. I don’t even know if he…we…hell. I don’t know if he finished. Or I finished. Or any of that.”
I licked my dry lips. “What do you want me to do if that happens?”
She slowly brought her face up to mine. “I honestly don’t know. For this time…maybe stop until I’m awake. For all others? If this time works out? Maybe I’ll wake up before you finish.”
“That sounds slightly…morbid,” I admitted.
She giggled at that. “My whole life is morbid. Why do you think I only go places non-excitable? What do you think would happen to a woman like me passed out for any man to take advantage of her? I’ve had to live with this since I was a young kid. That’s why I’m the most inexperienced woman on the planet. I have the best career ever to love ’em and leave ’em. Yet I’m not taking advantage of it because I’m slightly terrified of how life will look for me.”
I kissed her then, unable to help myself.
The thought of her being hurt in any way…that was the worst feeling in the world to me.
Just knowing that was a possibility made me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go.
The possessiveness that rolled through me felt like fire to my gas-filled veins, and before I could stop myself, I was reversing our positions and falling down onto the couch with her underneath me.
Her hands went beneath her and she started to wiggle, causing me to go up on one elbow to look down.
What I saw—her yanking hastily on her t-shirt—had me grinning.
I went all the way up, stood beside the couch, and started to strip myself.
When I got down to just my boxer briefs and she was down to nothing but her bra, I couldn’t take it anymore and went back into position.
And since I wanted this more than I wanted to breathe my next breath, I slowly shifted her up and myself down until we were both at awkward angles.
But it did serve a purpose.
It put me face to face with her pussy.