Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Not with Hendrix, though. I seem to have a swift level of trust in him, and I’m going with my gut.
I don’t chastise myself for making this decision under the haze of inebriation, because really… those beers only helped me come to a decision a little faster.
We take an Uber to my place, which is only a five-minute ride from the bar. Five minutes that we make out in the back seat, uncaring if the driver watches or that the windows fog.
It’s freezing outside, but the cold doesn’t seem to touch me at all as we run up the porch steps hand in hand. Never have I unlocked my door so fast, and then Hendrix is pushing me inside and slamming the door behind us. We rip off our coats and toss them to the floor.
My lips are already tingling from his kisses in the car, and now that we’re in the privacy of my home, we don’t waste time pushing things along.
With deft hands, he has my tank up and off before tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. Hendrix stills, lets his eyes rove over my body clad only in jeans and a simple black cotton racer-back bra. His eyes linger on my breasts, already heaving because he makes me breathless.
I wait for him to do something… say something… my nerves jangling because I know he’s going to pounce at any moment.
His gaze lifts and meets mine. “I’m going to be a gentleman only once and ask if you’re sure you want to do this?” His voice is deep and gravelly with lust, making me shiver. “You know… given the fact we’ve had a few beers.”
“I’m sure,” I reply, and relief washes through his expression.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters before lunging at me.
I hop into his arms—somehow knowing he’ll catch me perfectly. My legs wrap around his waist, and as we kiss, I manage to direct him up the staircase to my bedroom without both of us breaking our necks. It’s a testament to how strong he is, and I feel the proof of his muscles as I explore his shoulders and back.
In my bedroom, Hendrix sets me down… a slow slide down his body where I can feel how much he wants me. It’s dark and shadowed, the only light spilling in from the hallway. He steps over to my bedside table and turns on the lamp.
With the room softly illuminated, Hendrix takes a step back from me. “Take off your clothes, Stevie.” His voice is heavy with lust. “I want to watch.”
“Oh God,” I whimper, but my ass goes to the edge of my bed so I can take off my boots and socks. When I’m barefoot, I rise to shimmy out of my jeans with only the slightest bit of embarrassment to be under the hot spotlight of his gaze. Hendrix stands there, arms loose at his sides but hands balled into fists as he watches.
Although nervous, I’m strangely empowered. I see in his expression that he wants me in a way that might surpass bodily desire. Like, he wants to crawl inside me, not just for the pleasure but to know me from a perspective no one else can.
Hendrix is still as a statue, observing me intently as I step out of my jeans and kick them away. It’s weird, but rather than making me feel more self-conscious as I stand before him in my simple bra and panties, the weight of his appraisal calms me. The only way I know any of this affects him is how his chest rises and falls faster and his teeth bite into his lower lip, as if he’s considering what to do next.
Once more, Hendrix lets his gaze move over my body in no particular pattern… just languid brushes of regard that stutter and then pin on my chest. “Take it all off, Stevie.”
His voice is so gruff with need, the timbre scrapes at my nerves in a delicious way. My hands move to the front clasp of my bra, and I pop the mechanism. I watch him watching me as I shrug off the cotton undergarment.
Hendrix groans as he takes in my nipple piercings, and then I almost burst into flames as his hand rubs at the erection pressing against his jeans.
“You are so goddamned hot,” he mutters, squeezing his length as if trying to get some measure of control. My nipples harden just from seeing how turned on he is right now.
“Panties… off,” he commands.
My heart feels like it’s thrashing around inside my chest trying to burst free as I slip my fingers into the elastic band at my hips and push the cotton south, giving a little wiggle when they reach my knees so gravity takes them the rest of the way. I pull one foot free, kick them aside, and I am stark naked.