Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Can you bang me up against the wall now?” Yes, I really did just say that out loud.
Orion’s lips arch into a slow grin, and he stands up. “I have to confess that I didn’t bring any condoms. I wasn’t at all hopeful, and it would have been presumptuous.”
“I don’t like to leave anything to chance, so I get the shot done. I have for years. If you want to, um, continue, I’m well covered.”
“You really want the first time we do this to be up against the wall?” His brow quirks up. “As a married couple?”
“Oh my god. That’s too much. I…well, up against the wall. Or on the table, the countertop, the couch. The floor, maybe? I’m good with any and all of those.”
“You don’t want me to carry you to bed, cover you in rose petals, and light candles?”
I giggle, high and light. I swear that sound has never come out of me before. “Um, well, maybe later. But no rose petals because I don’t have any. I do have an ancient jar candle, though. Mostly, I don’t care if it’s typically or not typically romantic. I just want you. I shouldn’t have left. I should have stayed in San Diego. I want to go back with you, and I want to take a chance on this, even if it goes against all my better judgment.”
His eyes shine, and his face changes, becoming all soft and hopeful and so freaking beautiful that I can barely stand to look at him without bursting into a puddle of hot jar candle wax myself.
“Well, in that case, can I start by kissing you again?”
“You can start, good sir, however you would like.”
CHAPTER 15
Orion
This is new territory for both of us. I like that Echo is raising her chin and smiling at me coyly and that she’s not taking anything too seriously, even now, but I like it even more that when she told me she wanted to take a chance with me, she was totally serious.
I don’t know what’s throbbing harder. My hopeful heart or my cock, which is trapped in my jeans. Definitely both. For entirely different reasons. I won’t pick a side here.
“I love your smile.”
She grins that dazzling smile at me all over again. “I thought you were going to say something else right now.”
“I’m enjoying everything, but it’s your smile that gets me. It’s all of you. Bright and sunny, determined, smart, sassy…”
“Oh really? You know all that from just a smile and a few days in my company? I could add some other not-so-good features.”
“We all have those, but it’s better to focus on the good. Life gets tricky and hard sometimes, and that leaves us with scars. If indeed we can still smile after, then it’s a true testament to who we are.”
I love that when she smiles now, her eyes start sparkling, and she gets that slightly devious edge in her grin that turns her lips up just a little bit higher. I kiss her hard, pressing her back up against the wall again. In response, she grasps my neck and presses herself against me just as hard, but this time, her other hand is between us, and when she runs her fingers over my jeans and the ridge of my dick, I gasp.
Our teeth almost clash when I slip up during the kiss, but she just chuckles and runs her fingers along my hard, throbbing length, tracing me through the denim. I know that perhaps I didn’t play fair by undressing her and pleasuring her into a whimpering, panting, aroused state, but this isn’t playing fair, either. She gives me a taste of my own medicine as she runs her hand down my dick again. I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but biology just proved to me how little I know about my own body.
She whimpers when she licks along my lower lip, and her hands attack the button on my jeans. She opens it and unzips me, then she pushes my jeans down my hips and teases me through the fabric of my boxers until I have to stop kissing her because I need to grind my teeth and catch my breath.
Her hand feels so good. Her touch feels so much more than good. I arch into her, pressing my dick into her hand so she can ease away the throbbing tension and induce me into a full-on ache.
“You have a really nice dick,” she praises, and my god, I swear I grow another inch against her palm as she strokes me.
“You haven’t taken off my boxers yet. There’s still room for it to surprise you.”
“As in what? That it might actually be a real-life snake that you share a body with, and you’re this weird man-snake being? If you are, that would be okay. Snakes are pretty cool as long as they’re not venomous. Is your dick a venomous snake that’s going to bite me from inside my vajayjay? Because that would be a hard one to explain at any ER.”