Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
This can’t possibly be my life.
In what world would I be kissing the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life?
In what alternate dimension am I the lucky bastard she’s focused on?
How in the hell did the stars line up for her to invite me over tonight?
“It’s really happening,” she whispers, her white teeth digging into her lower lip before smiling up at me.
She’s right in the middle of my head, making me think this is some sort of dreamworld.
As if I need the guidance, or maybe it’s just to encourage me to do anything other than stare down at her in awe, Parker lifts my hand and rests it atop her breast, the nipple furled against my palm through the thin fabric.
She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist when I urge her up with my free hand, and the heat of her body against mine is nearly enough to make me lose myself before I can even make it to her bedroom.
I press my mouth to hers, knowing that I better make the most of the situation until she disappears like a puff of smoke.
She groans into my mouth when I squeeze her ass and urge her tighter against my body. I’ll never survive this. I know I won’t, but what a hell of a way to go.
“Bedroom?” I pant against her mouth, my jaw slack when she rolls her hips.
“Last door on the right,” she says as her mouth leaves mine.
The siren nips at my jaw before latching onto my neck like a damn vampire. Goddamn, I can feel the sucking sensation like it’s attached to the underside of my sack, and I moan with need, my legs moving us quicker to our destination.
There’s no finesse to my movements when I lower her to the bed, and I pray she’s turned on enough not to notice my hands shaking when I tug at the tiny shorts capable of tempting Satan himself.
I’m in awe of her body, wanting to get my mouth on every single inch of exposed flesh, but then she reaches for the button and zipper on my jeans.
I have to back away.
If that woman touches me with even the tip of one finger, I’ll explode.
“Are you a tease, Jude Morris?” Her voice is playful, but I don’t miss the huskiness in it either.
“I want to take my time with you,” I manage without my voice cracking, but then I swallow like a maniac when she smiles up at me as she pulls that thin tank top over her head.
Firm tits topped with the pinkest nipples I could’ve ever imagined come into view and my mouth waters for a taste.
“Lie back.”
A wicked smile tugs up the corners of her mouth, making it very clear she knows exactly what she’s doing.
That makes one of us at least.
I stare down at the temptation, taking it all in because I know I’ll never get a chance like this again.
“You’re so beautiful,” I hear my voice say, and this honestly feels like an out-of-body experience, making me once again imagine this being a fantasy and not reality.
I owe the guys back at the office for giving me shit mere hours ago, teasing me about being a virgin. I know it’s unheard of, but I’ve never been in this situation in all of my thirty-one years.
I’m not the guy women flock to, and if they do approach me, I end up looking like an idiot and they decide I’m not worth wasting their time over.
If it weren’t for the ribbing I took back at Blackbridge, I’d be home right now fantasizing about this very thing rather than living in the moment.
“You seem nervous,” Parker says as she stands from the bed and presses her completely naked body against mine.
Her fingers find the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms when she begins to lift it, bending down a few inches to make it easier for her to pull it over my head.
“Nice,” she whispers in awe as her finger trails down my sternum before teasing the top of my abdomen.
My cock strains in my jeans at her touch. I know I’m going to make a fool of myself more than once tonight, but I’m not dumb enough to take a step back and prevent it from happening.
When her breath ghosts over my nipple, I have to clench my hands to keep from grabbing her and throwing her on the bed. If I were already naked, I know that is exactly what would’ve happened.
“You seem anxious,” she whispers, forcing my eyes down to her just in time to watch her pretty, pink tongue lick at my nipple.
Yep, gonna die. I’m gonna have a heart attack tonight. How fucked up is it that I’m looking forward to it?
“I am,” I confess, stopping just short of explaining exactly why I’m so nervous.