Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“It means I’ve never crossed that line before. I’ve always stuck by what I said, but then you just …” I sit back down on the couch. “You just pushed me until I couldn’t take another breath without kissing you.”
“Well,” she says softly, “does this mean we can’t kiss anymore?”
I shake my head. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t stop when it comes to you.” She starts to walk to me. “But.” She stops halfway there. “I can’t sleep with you until after the tour. I need to focus, and I know that I won’t be able to if it’s at that level.”
“Brian, there are another two months.” She puts her hands on her hips. “That’s sixty days.”
“Trust me, Kellie, I know,” I hiss out. “I can pretty much count down the hours at this point.”
“So no sex until after the tour?” she asks. “What about other stuff?” I look at her, seeing that her eyes have gone dark. Her cheeks a bit pink.
“Like?” I ask her, not sure I want her to answer this question.
“Like what if I wanted to touch you?” she asks, her cheeks getting pinker. “What if I wanted you to touch me?”
“I’m listening,” I say, but I don’t think I can hear her words because my heart starts to beat so loud it’s echoing in my ears.
“What if I want to go down on you, or you go down on me?” she says, and that is enough for me to snap. I get up. “What if I need you to make me come?” It takes two strides to get to her. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck, and she kisses me. Her tongue slides with mine, dancing, slowly turning around and around. She lets go of my lips while I turn around and head for the stairs. “Foreplay,” she whispers, kissing my cheek softly, then going to my ear. Nipping my earlobe, she sucks it in her mouth, making my cock rise in a nanosecond. Full-on hard-on, my constricting jeans make it hurt a touch. But I walk up the stairs and finally reach a bedroom. I have no idea if this is the master bedroom or not; the only thing I see is the king-size bed in the middle of the room. I throw her on the bed, and she bounces once, her hair all over her, and she props herself on her elbows to look at me. “Does this mean we are okay with foreplay?” she asks and then sits up in the middle of the bed. Her hands reach for the hem of her shirt, and she pulls it off. Now she sits in the middle wearing her white lacy bra. Little bow in the middle of her chest. The bra goes to her mid stomach, all lace. I can see her pink nipples straining to come out.
I watch her, trying to get my breathing and my willpower under control. It’s right here, this minute, watching her with her hair all around her, that makes me want to cross that line. I want to toss all the rules out the window and give into this, but I can’t. “Jesus, you’re killing me, baby,” I say to her, running one hand through my hair.
“Take your shirt off, Brian,” she tells me, getting on her knees in the middle of the bed. “This is going to be the longest sixty days of my life, but”—she crawls closer to the edge and to me—“we are going to get fairly well-acquainted with each other in that time.”
“Baby,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her when I hear my phone ringing from downstairs. Her eyes go to slits. “It could be Cori.”
She huffs and falls back on the bed, groaning. I turn to run down the stairs, cursing all the saints in the world who brought me to this place right here. It’s like waving a fly in front of a cat. I get to my phone, and I see it’s Cori. “Hello.”
“I’m here,” she says, “but I can’t get in.” I walk to the front door, turning the lock and opening it to find her standing there with the man who brought her. “Thank you.” I nod to him.
“Holy shit, look at this place,” Cori says, walking in and dropping her bag at the front door. “Now what in the world happened?” she asks, turning to look at me.
“It’s a long story.” I hear Kellie say, coming down the stairs with her shirt on again. “We can fill you in while we eat.” She smiles at her and comes to me, wrapping her arm around my waist. My eyes never leave Cori, who just stares with huge eyes and a big grin on her face. My arms automatically go around her shoulder, and I pull her closer to me. “I’m hungry.”