Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
His voice is smooth and rich, and my thighs clench together in response. He’s Laura’s DAD! I remind myself, but my body doesn’t care one bit. Instead, the idea that this is so freaking wrong only makes me squirm more. There has to be something wrong with me.
I distract myself by giving Jared the story of how I started dancing at four, fell in love with it, and never looked back. In return, he tells me what he does for work—some sort of insanely complicated finance job that I can’t even pretend to understand. Numbers and me are not friends.
Our conversation flows easily, like we’ve known each other for far longer than an evening. More than once, our legs brush under the table, and every time, sparks fly through my body at the contact. The last time it happens, neither of us move away, and though the contact should be innocent, it feels anything but.
When Jared offers me a bite of his gooey chocolate brownie, I can’t resist. Him or the dessert. His deep blue eyes hold mine as I lick chocolate off my lips, humming happily. My mind feels fuzzy even though I’m entirely sober. We’ve only had non-alcoholic drinks, and the air between us feels heavy with unspoken tension.
Jared pays, tipping generously, and offers me the crook of his arm to hold as we walk out. Somehow, touching him like this feels so much hotter than anything else ever has. So simple, so modest, and yet…my entire body feels tingly.
“It’s late,” Jared says as we exit. “Let me drive you home.”
I protest automatically. “You really don’t have to. I don’t live far, I can walk.”
Jared pins me with a stare that makes me want to roll over and do whatever he tells me to. “If you think I’ll let you out of my sight until I know you’re safe inside your home, you’re sorely mistaken, little fairy,” he murmurs darkly, sending shivers over my skin.
“Fairy?” I whisper back as we get into his car again.
He flashes that smirk at me. “You dance like you have wings,” he explains simply, making my heart flutter rapidly. “And obviously, you possess some sort of magic.”
It’s a wonder I can form enough words in the wake of that compliment to give him my address, but I manage it, and in five minutes, we’re pulling up outside my apartment. He parks and gets out, surprising me yet again.
I don’t argue when he walks me inside and up the stairs to my door because all my self-control has melted away to a puddle under his attention and compliments. I’m in so deep that I don’t even care to try to resurface again.
I pause at my door, fumbling with my keys in the lock. My door swings open with a click, but I can’t make my feet move inside, away from Jared.
Instead, I turn my head to look up at him, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth nervously. Jared’s eyes lock on me, and he takes a step closer, so close that when he bends his head, his warm breath tickles my cheek.
For a minute, neither of us speaks, just sharing the space with hitched breaths and tension bubbling up between us. Then he murmurs something that sounds like fuck it, and all the air leaves my lungs, his mouth crashing against mine.
Sparks explode through my body like a firework has gone off between us, and I stumble backward into my apartment, clinging to his shirt to drag him with me, our lips pressed together. He kisses me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that’ll ease the ache, and I kiss him back with just as much desperation.
I’ve never felt the way I do as Jared’s arms wind around my waist and the front door shuts behind us. He tugs me closer and I gasp, making a breathless mewling sound against him when I feel the hot, hard press of his arousal against my lower stomach.
My panties are soaked, and no amount of clenching my thighs together is easing the building pressure there. Jared’s tongue dances with mine, his kisses devouring me, and my clit throbs, my whole body lighting up under his attention. I should have been exhausted from the day, but whatever physical tiredness I felt before utterly disappears along with any logical thought.
“Fuck, little fairy,” Jared groans against me as my hands claw at his shirt, feeling hard, strong muscles beneath my touch. “So tempting.”
With one kiss, he’s undone me. I’m needy and panting, two seconds away from begging him to make the pounding ache between my legs better.
“Jared,” I moan as he walks us backward. My calves press against the edge of my sofa and I fall backward, my heart soaring with relief when he follows me down, kneeling over me on the couch cushions. “Please.”