Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
The endless kiss goes on. Our tongues caress in a fevered frenzy. I get dizzy. She makes me sweat. Ache. Need. What little restraint I have goes up in flames.
A warning voice in my head reminds me that Bethany merely asked me to kiss her. I should probably leave it there until our situation is less complicated. But now that I’ve got my mouth and hands on her…I don’t have the will to stop.
“Beth, what do you want?”
“More,” she breathes.
Her reply goes straight to my dick.
Taking her face in my hands, I angle my mouth over hers again and sweep inside, plunging deeper. God, everything about her is flipping my switch in a way I’ve never felt. A week ago I would have said this woman wasn’t my type. Too quiet, too delicate, too controlled. Now? Every fantasy I’m having is about mussing her up and making her scream.
“Beth… Fuck, yes.” I pant as I drag my lips across her jaw to whisper against her ear. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.”
A little smile curls the corners of her lips. “I wasn’t sure why you were staring. It unnerved me, so I looked past you.”
“All that made me do was want to look more.” I kiss her again because I can’t help it, but I nearly lose myself when I taste more of her sweetness. “You’re the reason I said no to Montana. Even when you were barely speaking to me, I wanted you. There was no way I could think of her. You crowded everyone else out.”
She looks stunned. “You said we were friends.”
“We were. And we are. But I’ve always wanted more.” I may have been dishonest about the reason I sought her out, but I can’t not be honest about that.
“Even though my life is such a mess?”
“You’re not the only one.”
“Does it bother you that you’re younger than me?”
Is she actually hung up on that? “Why should it?”
She considers that for a long moment. “You’re right. These days, my dad never seduces a female older than half his age. Why shouldn’t I be with whomever I want?”
“He can have all those girls.” I take her face in my hands. “I want a woman. I want you.”
When I lunge in and crush Bethany against me again, she meets me in a rough, breathless tangle of lips and arms. Beneath me, she unfurls, opening to me, luring me farther inside, sliding her tongue against mine. I’m kissing her as deeply as I can, but I still crave more.
I haven’t taken Bethany to bed yet, but I already know that one night with her isn’t going to be enough.
Admittedly, over the last decade, I’ve had a lot of sex with more than a few women, so I know my usual response to a hookup. This isn’t it. Hell, this doesn’t even feel sane. Right now, I’ll do anything to sate the gnawing need to sink inside Bethany and know what it feels like when she’s mine.
My hands wander down her back, molding to her sides, clutching her hips, before I cup her ass and lure her against me. Her snug denim is in my way, and I hope she lets me peel it off soon so I can feel the woman underneath. But I have to take this at her speed. As revved up as I am, she might not be ready for more than a blistering kiss or two. And maybe me going back to Ash’s place to take a long masturbatory shower to thoughts of Bethany would be for the best. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.
Suddenly, she tears her lips from mine, harsh breaths filling the air as she grabs the hem of my shirt and jerks it halfway up my torso. “Take it off.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
With one fist, I yank it from my body, then toss it across the room. With another, I grip her hair and angle her mouth beneath mine so I can kiss her deeply again.
Bethany moans and meets me halfway, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She kisses me back as if nothing in the world matters more to her right now than being with me.
I can’t keep my hands off her. They roam under her lacy tank, traversing the soft skin of her back. When I reach her bra strap, I want to pry it open so fucking bad. But I hesitate. Is she ready for this?
“Do it,” she whispers as she rains kisses on my neck.
“You’re sure?”
She cocks a brow. “Would you rather I keep it on?”
“Hell no. I want you totally bare. I want to see your breasts—touch them, suck them, torment them.” When a shiver wracks her body, I press on. “I want to watch you writhe for me, hear you scream for me.”