Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“You said you didn’t want to know anything about my life.”
That made Will’s scowl deepen. “Well, I want to know about things like this.”
“How am I supposed to tell the difference?”
“Use your common fucking sense, maybe?” Will stood, dragging his hands through his hair as he paced to the sliding glass door and back again. “Chloe, I wouldn’t have fucked you like that if I’d have known…”
His frown had shifted from frustration to concern, the line between his brows making me all gooey inside.
“Oh, what?” I teased, arching a brow. “You would have made sweet, sweet love to me instead?”
Will flattened his lips, slow-blinking at me.
“Exactly,” I said, waving a hand over him before I lifted the hot mug of tea to my mouth and tentatively took the first sip.
Will sat back down, reaching for his own mug but just resting his thumb on the handle rather than drinking from it.
“The shit I was saying to you…” He winced, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.
I reached across the table and squeezed his wrist until he lifted that gaze to me, and I made sure he saw the sincerity in my eyes when I said, “I loved it.”
He swallowed. “You did?”
“Will, I came not once, not twice, but three times.” I widened my eyes and blinked rapidly at him like that should have been all the evidence he needed. “Wanna know how many times I came the first time I had sex?” I held up my hand and made a zero with my fingers curling toward my thumb. “This many.”
That made Will’s brows bend together in a menacing glare. “Fucking punk. He didn’t deserve to touch you.”
I ignored the way that fired me up again, releasing my grip on his wrist and sitting back in my chair to sip my tea.
I thought the conversation was over, but after a moment, Will said, “Honesty.” He pinned me with his gaze. “One-hundred-percent honesty from here on out.”
“But don’t tell you about my life,” I added. “And don’t ask about yours.”
“Don’t be a smart ass.”
“Or what?”
I smirked with the dare, and Will’s nostrils flared like he was more than happy to deliver on punishment if I tested him.
“Okay, fine. Here’s my first bit of honesty,” I said, cupping my mug in my hands and leaning over the table. “I’ve never sucked a cock before.”
“Jesus Christ, woman,” he muttered, wetting his lips as one hand reached down to adjust himself in his briefs.
One glance under that table showed me why, and my mouth watered a bit at the sight of that thick bulge.
“Can you let me recover before you say things like that?”
“Okay, your rules are getting very confusing now.”
Will tongued his cheek, and I swore something just short of a laugh came from his chest like an exhale.
“I almost made you smile there.”
“I smile all the time,” he defended, his scowl back in place.
“Oh, sure. The most smiley man I know, hands down.”
The mood felt lighter now that the truth was out in the open. Will finally took a sip of his tea — and then promptly grimaced and looked at me like I was insane for liking it. Hibiscus wasn’t for everyone.
“Well, I better…”
Will hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the house, and I smiled down at my tea on a nod.
“Yeah,” I said.
I tried to ignore the rush of confusing emotion surging through me as I walked him over to the sliding glass door after he’d dressed.
I wanted him to stay.
But for what?
He didn’t want to be friends. I agreed that I was fine with just sex, and yet, there was a hollow ache inside me now that he was leaving. I wondered if it would be so bad if he just sat on the couch here instead of inside. I could turn on an old episode of Jeopardy. We didn’t have to talk. I could be quiet. We could just be in the same room.
I tampered down those desires, cracking my knuckles before I clasped one hand around my elbow behind my back and stared at my bare feet.
“You okay?” Will asked.
I forced a smile up at him. “I just came three times, Mr. Perry. I’m fantastic.”
The corner of his mouth tilted, and he reached forward, thumbing my chin. “I kind of like when you call me that.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
His eyes flared like he couldn’t wait.
That made two of us.
With one last stroke of my jaw line, Will opened the door.
Before he could step through it, my hand jutted out to catch his arm. “Wait.”
He paused, his eyes finding mine.
“I… does this mean…” I swallowed, tucking my hair behind my ear and staring at his chest so I didn’t have to meet his gaze when I finished that thought. “Will you teach me?”
“Teach you?”