Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
And with that, I lose it. Like honestly, categorically, methodically lose my shit.
“Fuck being your friend.” I charge her, her eyes widening when she realizes I’m coming for her, and her arms fall by her sides. My mouth crashes down on hers before I can talk myself out of it. Her arms involuntarily raise by the side of her head, her mouth opens for me, and I finally slide my tongue in. The kiss we’ve both wanted but didn’t partake in is here, and it’s fucking glorious. When our tongues finally touch, both of us groan. My hands cup her face as her arms wrap around the back of my neck and her hands wind up in my hair.
I kiss her with everything I have to give. I kiss her knowing this kiss will change everything. I kiss her knowing this first kiss beats out every other first kiss I’ve ever had. The need, the want, and the wait have all led to this moment, and I would imprint this memory forever. “All day.” My lips kiss her lightly, my heart beating, my chest heaving. “All week. Scratch that, for two weeks I’ve wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” She doesn’t say anything, her breaths starting to come out in pants. “Taste you.” I bend my head again, and this time, she is the one who leans in first, capturing my mouth with hers. I’m lost in everything that she gives me, lost in her touch, her scent, just her. I have no idea how long we’ve been self-imprisoned in this elevator; all I know is that we could stay in this metal bubble forever, and I’d be happy.
“This is security . . . is everything okay in there?” A voice speaks through the intercom as we break apart, trying to compose our breathing. “We are going to override the system. Please tell us which floor you’re on.”
Leaning forward so our foreheads touch as our breaths begin to slow, I silently pray she’ll say yes when I whisper, “Come with me.” I’m not ready for this moment to be over, and I’m afraid it will give her more time to think about everything and more time to run. “Come with me, Jessica.” She just nods, so I give him my floor number, and the elevator starts moving. When the door opens, I walk out and lead Jessica to my room. I take the card out and open the door, standing in the marble entryway. I close the door and then push Jessica against it. “I need to taste you.” Her hands grip the bottom of my suit jacket. My hands cupping her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “I have been wanting to touch your face since we were in that boat and you sat next to me.” I kiss her, and she’s kissing me back. “I wondered if it was soft like silk. I wondered if your eyes would lighten or darken when I touched you.”
“Tyler,” she says, arching her back, “I’ve waited a really long time for you to kiss me.”
I smile now, and I bend my head, but it’s not a little peck like the last one. This kiss is all tongue, each of us trying to deepen the kiss further, if that’s even possible. Her hands move from my jacket to my chest and up around my neck. I leave her lips, and her groans fill the room when I turn my head to the other side, and she nips at my bottom lip, trying to pull my lips back to hers.
That was my breaking point. I move my hands from her face to under her arms and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as she bites her bottom lip, and I move my hands to her ass as her mouth crashes down on mine. I turn around and go up the stairs to my bedroom while she moves her head from left to right, and we swallow each other’s moans. The minute I get to the top, I thank the powers that be that the bed is right there. Her purse falls from her arm when I throw her on the bed; her eyes focused on mine while I shrug out of my jacket. Ripping my shirt from my pants, I try my hardest to unbutton the shirt as fast as I can while kicking off my shoes. She leans forward and unties the strap at her ankle, and I yell, “No.” She looks up with a smirk. “The shoes stay. In fact, the next time, you bring all the shoes you brought with you.”
“You have a shoe fetish.” She smiles at me, and I put one knee on the bed, grabbing her ankle and yanking her to me.