Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Now we’re chest to chest, and I can feel the distinct hard line of his erection trapped behind his zipper.
I’m not sure where the boldness comes from, but I don’t pause to question it. I simply pull off my tank top and toss it over my shoulder. “Less talking, please.” Then I press my mouth to his.
His mouth slants over mine. Our tongues meet, stroking against each other. I moan. He growls.
Why have we not been doing this the entirety of the last five years? Because holy hell, Hayes can kiss. Not that that is surprising. The man is good at everything.
His hands come up together to cup my breasts, kneading them softly and then pinching my nipples. I arch into his touch.
He breaks our kiss and leans back, staring down at my boobs. His big hands are still on me, his thumbs scraping across my nipples.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wondered what this beauties looked like. Felt like.” He gives me another squeeze. “Your body drives me wild, Mel.” Then he kisses me again.
We make out like this for a while. I’m pretty sure I could come like this, from the combination of him tweaking my nipples and the pressure I’m getting against my clit from rocking myself over his hard-on.
“Look at you, beautiful girl, rubbing that greedy pussy against my hard dick. Do you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes,” I hiss. I don’t even have time to stop and marvel at the fact that I’m grinding myself on Hayes’s lap.
I suck in a breath. Who is this man with the filthy mouth? I’ve seen Hayes in so many different situations. He can be so funny, especially his commentary when we watch ridiculous science fiction monster movies. He can be so sweet and kind, like the times he’s wiped away my tears after a bad review or terrible writing day. He’s always beautiful, heart-stoppingly sexy.
But this beast of a man I’m rocking myself against while his hot chocolate eyes devour my face… he’s a revelation.
Then he sucks a nipple into his mouth and pulls hard. And I shatter. That quick, that easy, I climax dry-humping his jeans. I should be embarrassed, but judging from the growl that just emanated from Hayes’s throat, he definitely approves.
Without a word, though, he stands, with me wrapped around him like a capuchin and carries us into my bedroom.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this relaxed. But I don’t want to miss any of this night with him. This might be our only time so I want to make the most of it.
He tosses me on the bed, and I bounce. I’m not a small woman, and I love that he can manhandle me like that. Well, in truth, I just love everything there is about Hayes.
His hands go to his zipper, but there’s a buzzing from his pocket. He reaches in and pulls out the device, his eyes dropping to the screen.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. He sighs audibly, then walks closer to me. Without any words, he lifts me again, then tucks me into the bed. “I wasn’t ready to be done with you, sweetheart, but I’ve got to go and take care of something. Get some sleep and I’ll be back soon.” He drops a kiss to my forehead, then turns and walks out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him.
When I wake up the next morning it takes me a minute to even remember the night before. It helps that I’m topless.
Right. Because I whipped that tank off and tossed it somewhere in the living room.
I roll to my side to see that it’s just me in the bed. Did he change his mind? He said he’d be back.
Maybe he didn’t want to wake me up so he just slept in his own room. I jump out of bed. Toss on some clothes and wash my face, brush my teeth. My hair is still in my braid so I don’t even have to worry about fixing that.
In lieu of taking the time to do some yoga, I just take a few deep breaths. It doesn’t help the nerves flitting through my stomach. Will things be different between us now? Will he greet me with a kiss and a ‘good morning, beautiful’?
When I step into the living room, the first thing I realize is that the television is on. I frown. Hayes never watches TV unless I’m sitting with him.
Zeke is sitting on the couch, his legs resting up on the coffee table.
“Uh, hello, Zeke,” I say.
He mutes the television and looks over at me. “Hayes sent me to watch over you. He’s working on something. Do you need anything? I know he usually takes care of ordering your food and stuff, but I didn’t know what you’d want.”
I shake my head. “No, I can order my own food. Thank you.” I glance around the room and spot my disposed tank top flung across one of the fake Ficus trees against the wall. A tangible reminder that I didn’t imagine the kisses or the touches. I definitely didn’t imagine that orgasm.