Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
The hand holding her palm to his thigh moved, pressed it over the hard length of him. “You aren’t understanding me, baby. I need you to kiss me. I always feel as if I’m on the verge of losing you. I did lose you for three fucking days. I counted the damn minutes. You kiss me so I know you’re with me, suffering the way I am. Thinking about me the way I’m thinking about you. I haven’t slept in three nights, and that’s the truth. I needed your body curled up in my bed, my body wrapped around yours. Don’t know when I’ll get sleep, but it has to be soon. You get me? It has to be soon.”
She tilted her chin to look up at him. His cock was hot through the material of his jeans. She swore she felt his heart beating into her palm. Her gaze drifted over his eyes. His mouth. For just that moment, she was going to let him be hers, just as she had those seven nights.
She tossed her notebook over her shoulder into the car and then wrapped her hand around his neck. He didn’t wait. He leaned down and took her mouth. Under her palm, his cock jerked hard and then that heartbeat pounded like a drum, so strongly she felt movement in her hand. His tongue was wicked. Commanding. He tasted like dark, carnal sin. He tasted like heaven itself.
Sonia didn’t know how long she spent with her back pressed to the seat of her pickup and his hard body pressed into hers, but by the time she was back behind the wheel, her lips were swollen, her body on fire and her brain entirely gone.
4
“You know that song by Taylor Swift, ‘Wildest Dreams’?” Sonia asked. She bit off the end of her fried zucchini. “That’s Joshua. Tall. Handsome as hell. Okay, gorgeous. But he has the bad-boy thing down. Maybe more like badass. Either way, it isn’t going to end well for me.”
Molly frowned as she continued to eat. “You don’t know that.”
“Of course I do. Men like him don’t really ever stay. They only say they’re going to. And even if he did, he’d be hell to live with. He’s a dictator.” Sonia waved the zucchini in the air for emphasis. “Everything coming out of his mouth sounds like an order.”
“Do you mind?”
“In bed, no. Out of it, yes. And he wouldn’t confine his dictatorship to the bedroom. Trust me, he hasn’t already.”
“Hmm.” Molly pushed her plate away even though there was still food on it. “I’m so stuffed if I eat one more thing I’m going to explode. I need to get this straight. You didn’t know him, didn’t even know his name at first, and you had wild, crazy, out-of-control sex all night the very first time you ran into him.”
Sonia groaned. “Just hearing you say it out loud embarrasses me. I’ve never done anything like that in my life. I’ve only ever been with one other man. I didn’t even know sex could be like that. He’s dangerous to women, Molly.”
Molly laughed. “Well, we know he’s dangerous to you. You kept going back, and so did he. What did you think was going to happen?”
“A week of the best sex in the world. That’s what I thought and then it would be over. My heart wouldn’t be totally involved, and I would pine away every night for just his brand of super sex.” She was honest. “I thought I had it under control. Unfortunately, I think he’s the one in control and I’m a mess.”
“It didn’t sound that way when he said you had to kiss him good-bye,” Molly pointed out. “It sounded like he was the mess, afraid you were going to pull another disappearing act. He sounded a little desperate to me.”
“I hope he was desperate, because every time I think about going to bed frustrated and aching, I’m dying for him.” She sent Molly a mischievous grin. “Maybe not him. Maybe just his cock. Can a girl fall in love with just a man’s cock? If he kept his mouth shut… No… wait. The things he does with his mouth are a miracle. If he just didn’t talk, he’d be perfect. I could look at his body all day and take advantage any time I wanted.”
Molly groaned. “You can’t say things like that to me when I’m not getting any. I’m alone in my bed, remember? Toys are poor substitutes for the real thing.”
“Now it isn’t even a substitute,” Sonia said and jumped up to pace across the kitchen floor. “I can’t…” Frustrated, she halted in the middle of the room and flung her hands into the air. “You know. Nothing works without him.”
“Okay, that’s bad. Really, really bad. A girl has to be able to get herself off if she doesn’t have a man.”