Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
But then the cake was taken from my hand and placed on the table.
I heard the Dixie Cups hit the floor in his haste to get the cake onto the table, and before I could say a word, my back was against the wall, and Bourne was pinning me to it.
I gasped, unsure what to say or do.
Scared that if the wrong thing came out of my mouth, then he’d stop what he was doing.
And I didn’t want him to stop. Not at all.
I swallowed hard, and I put my hands onto his chest, or tried to. The beer bottle was still somehow in my hand.
He felt the beer bottle that was pressed against him and took it away from me, putting it somewhere.
He apparently didn’t need me to do or say anything, because sensing my worry, he backed off a bit, giving me time to think.
“You okay?” he asked. “This okay?”
His hands were on my hips, and that was the only body part that was touching me. But I could feel the heat of him from my knees to my breasts. I knew he was still close.
“Y-yes,” I said. “More than.”
“One time,” he rasped against my lips. “One fucking time. That’s all I need.”
Once? That was all that he needed for real?
I wanted him, but I knew better. Once wasn’t going to be enough.
The way it felt with his hands on my hips? If that was any indication, then I knew that this was going to be epic. And something like that once would only show us both what we were missing.
Except, I didn’t say anything more to him. I only cleared my throat and said, “Okay.”
Like a dumbass.
Before I could say another word or realize that this was a really bad idea, his mouth was on mine.
And all those ‘bad ideas’ and ‘this really shouldn’t happens’ were gone. In their places were feelings of awe. Feelings of ‘oh my God’ and ‘how is this happening to me right now?’
“I can’t wait,” he told me. “You in that dress? My hand on your ankle for the last hour? It’s taken everything that I had not to push it farther up. Jesus Christ, I was praying for a miracle. Something to tell me to stop touching you. Something to get my head right. But obviously this is God’s way of telling me that you’re what’s supposed to happen. Right?”
How was he able to talk so much?
I was barely able to think with his mouth on my throat.
“Bourne,” I breathed.
There was more that I needed to say, but it never came out because his mouth was once again on mine.
This time, his tongue licked the seam of my lips, sending electric shockwaves throughout every single nerve ending in my body.
I shivered and leaned into him, loving the way the hard wall of his chest felt beneath my dainty hands.
God, he was just so hard and muscular.
It was a wonder that he was able to fit that hard wall of muscle into the shirt he had it in.
I gasped, oxygen deprived now, and he took advantage, sweeping his tongue inside and delicately licking my tongue with his.
I moaned into his mouth then, digging my fingernails into his pectoral muscles.
“I want to push you up against this wall, tear those black thong panties to the side, and shove straight into you,” he growled as he pulled back, panting.
I licked my lips and pushed farther into him.
Then said three words that I never thought would come out of my mouth.
“Then do it.”
There was a loud boom of thunder, and then a streak of lightning lit up the sky, as well as the room that I was standing in.
My eyes automatically found Bourne’s, and what I saw there had my heart racing even faster.
He was reaching for me.
He was going to take me.
In the next second, I felt his hands on my hips, and then I was sitting on the stool that he’d been sitting on all night.
I clutched the padded seat with both hands, surprised to find myself perched there.
But then he moved between my thighs, and I felt the hot, warm head of his cock.
When had he unzipped his pants? And whoa, was he big!
“You covered?” he asked, grinding himself into me.
I licked my lips and said, “I’m on the shot.”
“If you’re fond of those panties,” he growled as he pushed my thighs out wider. “I suggest you do something with them.”
By doing something I decided he meant move them to the side, but honestly, I just wanted to see what he would do, which was why I stayed exactly where I was and let him do his thing.
And boy, did he do his thing.
He didn’t move my panties to the side.
He didn’t even pull them down.
He ripped them off.
Ripped. Them. Off.
Completely.
One second they were there, and the next they were gone, and I was left gasping in surprised awe at his show of strength.