Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
The very second my lips meet hers, it’s a rush like nothing I’ve ever known. She’s better than any thrills I’ve had in my life, any medals I’ve ever won, and any high I’ve ever gotten from the physical exertion of swimming and training. She kisses me just as eagerly, and then she thrusts her tongue into my mouth, taking me by surprise.
It’s a good surprise—a very good one.
I’m glad she doesn’t want this kiss to be slow, gentle, and romantic. I’m glad she wants it pulse-pounding, all hard action, adrenaline junkie style, almost teeth, and at the frantic level I need.
I’ve known I was in trouble ever since I saw her again. I knew this fake marriage wouldn’t work because I’d want her too much, but I was still willing to do it if it meant saving her. I never thought I was the one who’d need saving, but here I was. She’s saving me like this, and I’m losing myself in her. My hands are in her hair, hers are locked at the back of my neck, and I’m getting swept away.
Last night, I thought it was proper if I took the lead, but this morning, she seems to be the one who wants me to follow, and that’s okay with me too. I’m perfectly happy with letting her show me, tell me, and teach me what she wants. I’m also extra freaking happy to do anything and everything she desires.
Right now, she desires to kiss me like a passion tornado while bumping against my painfully hard cock with her sweet curves every couple of seconds. I’ve never been so hard in my life, so it’s doing things to me I almost didn’t know were physically possible. My blue balls times a thousand that I’ve had on since last night probably have something to do with that.
“Oh god,” Patience pants and groans. “Apollo…” She tries to rip open my jeans.
She gets a handful of denim and buttons and the zipper, and between the hard tugging and utter desperation in her hands, she gets them undone. Then, she shoves them down and grabs my ass with both hands—a handful of my butt cheeks in each.
“You have the nicest butt,” Patience purrs.
“Uh, thanks. I think,” I reply, turning bright red.
“I want to dig my heels into it while you fuck me on the counter.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to die. I’m going to die right now.
It finally occurs to me that maybe I’m not the only one who has blue balls. In like a metaphorical sense. We were going to have crazy wild animal sex up in that treehouse last night, but we never got to finish. Just because I gave Patience an orgasm didn’t mean it was good enough or that she didn’t want more.
I want to pick her up but realize she has jeans on. And while mine are half off, and that’s okay, hers need to go. I’m pretty quick at stripping them off her. She’s wearing panties today, little peach ones with tiny blue flowers. They’re not lace, but they’re silky. I appreciate them for basically one point seven nine seconds before I nearly tear them off her body and toss them aside.
Then, I pick her up and set her on the counter. Her eyes are kind of hazy, and her pupils are huge. It’s nice that she looks entirely sexed up already, and we haven’t even started yet. It means I’ve done something right with those kisses so far. I like knowing she takes pleasure in my body, and it blows me away to see how much she wants this.
“Dirty talk to me,” she hisses, spreading her legs for me on the counter.
“I…” My mind blanks. It’s kind of hard to think of something other than how perfect and pink and wet she is because she’s showing it all to me. I want to get on my knees and worship her with my mouth again. And I’m nearly there when she grasps my arms.
“No, I don’t want that. I want you. Inside me. Now,” she rasps.
“I want to be inside you now, too,” I respond just as raspily.
Her brows arch up, and she gives me another sexy-as-hell wolfish smile that includes full-on dimples. “Do you?”
“I do,” I say with certainty.
“How much?”
“This much.” I take her hand and guide it to my boxers through my jeans that are gaping open.
“Oh.” Her fingers close around my shaft. “Oh,” she adds.
“Take me out.” That’s pretty much the extent of dirty words my brain can think up right now. All I can think about is how good her hands feel on my throbbing dick, how I’m so hard, so hard, so hard, how I need to fix this, fix this, fix this, and how good she’s going to feel when I push my hard cock into her and fix it for both of us.