Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Mia,” I whispered.
“Even though you might not feel the same for me, I had to be honest…”
I didn’t let her finish. I couldn’t. I cupped her cheek, my thumb right by her mouth. I leaned across the seat and claimed her lips with mine, taking that chance, giving in. Her flavor exploded along my tongue as I licked the seam of her lips until she opened for me.
Christ.
She was soft like silk, sweet like sugar.
She gasped at first, but then moaned as she reached out and held on to me, gripped me as if her life depended on it.
“I’ve been wanting this for so fucking long,” I whispered against her mouth and forced myself to pull back to look into her face. I saw her mouth slightly parted, her eyes closed.
She was lost in this moment, the same way I was.
I stroked my thumb along her cheek, her skin so soft under my touch. “Look at me.” I was lost when she opened her eyes, the blueness so startling I found myself falling even more in love with her. “I love you, Mia. I’ve loved you for so fucking long.” She exhaled softly, that sweet little puff of air filtering across my lips.
And then she was the one to bring her mouth to mine, kissing me with a desperation that rivaled my own. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I knew in this moment, I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it.
5
Mia
I shut my dorm room door and leaned against it, staring at Pope as he stepped inside. I’d lucked out and gotten a single room instead of having to share with a roommate, and at the moment I was very thankful for the extra privacy.
I knew what would happen tonight. I wanted it, craved it. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit how nervous I was.
He turned around to face me, his body seeming like it filled the small interior. I’d loved this man since I knew what that emotion was, since I knew he was the only one I ever wanted. He took a step toward me and my heart jumped in my chest. My throat was dry, tight. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Placing my hands on the cold, wooden door behind me, I braced myself, trying to act like I had my emotions in check.
He stopped a foot from me and I heard him inhale deeply. A moment of silence passed between us, where we just stared at each other.
“Look at you,” he said softly, almost so softly that I didn’t hear him. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek, his fingers moving along my skin, causing euphoria to slam into me. “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?” He sounded like he was almost speaking to himself.
“I could ask myself the same thing.” My voice was nothing but a bare whisper.
He shook his head and moved an inch closer. “No, Mia. You’ll never know how much I love you, because I’ll never be able to really describe it fully, never be able to show you. All I can do is be in your life and try until my last breath to make you realize that you’re it for me. For me, you’re my rising sun. You’re the stars in the sky and the oxygen that gives me life.”
I’d never heard Pope speak like this before. It was so powerful it almost broke my heart.
Then his chest was pressed to mine, his body heat seeping into me.
It felt like the world was tilting, like everything was falling right into place. Here I was, finally being with Pope, his body pressed to mine, the alcohol I’d consumed helping pave the way for my inhibitions to say “Go for it.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. And then he leaned in even more, pressed his mouth right to mine, and gave me a kiss that made me breathless, a kiss that I’d always envisioned. Pope kissed me softly, sweetly. He wrapped his arms around me, keeping me close.
His body was hard against mine, but tender, gentle as he held me.
I knew he was holding back. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to feel the raw power of Pope, the strength I knew he kept hidden, kept right below the surface. I wanted all of it.
“More,” he grumbled against my lips.
He kissed me harder, adding more force. He pressed his body even harder against mine. I felt the hard dips of his muscles pressed to my softness, felt the stiff outline of his cock against my belly.
“Mia,” he whispered. “Touch me. Hold me.”
I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. In a matter of seconds, Pope had me lifted in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct.