Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I ignore the thrilling sizzle that courses through me and stubbornly remain aloof. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re—”
Lucas is on me, hands in my hair, mouth crushed against mine, and my refusal to let him come to my house is swallowed down his throat. The minute his tongue touches mine, my entire body betrays me by melting into him.
When he ends the kiss, his eyes bore into mine and he asks, “Am I coming home with you?”
I nod dazedly at him.
He smirks back at me.
“I am not jealous, though,” I reiterate.
“Neither am I,” he murmurs, then touches his mouth to mine for a very brief, sweet kiss. “Let’s make our goodbyes so we can get naked.”
—
Lucas shoves his face in my neck as he plants himself deep inside of me and groans out his orgasm. My hands skim over his back, marveling at the way he shudders against me.
“God, that’s good,” Lucas mutters with hot breath against my skin.
I couldn’t agree more. I had two orgasms to his one. The first he induced with his fingers, the rest with just his cock as he rode me. He is so beautiful when he’s above me, my legs spread and knees pressed into his sides. The brown in his eyes is taking over the green, but they’re still streaked with gold. I know this because he stares at me the entire time, refusing to break eye contact, and the connection is intense. Now that I think about it, that second orgasm may have been due in part to his eyes as well.
Lifting my head, I put my lips to Lucas’s shoulders and kiss him softly. His breathing is ragged and he just rests his weight on me for a moment as if he’s too exhausted to move.
“Would you have gone to naked volleyball tomorrow had I not let you come over tonight?” I ask suddenly, and if my hands weren’t busy stroking his back, I’d clap one over my mouth in shock over that popping out.
Lucas lifts his head and he stares down at me with dancing eyes. “Who says I’m not?”
My hand slides to his ass and I pinch it. Lucas yelps as his torso bucks, and I didn’t know men could make that type of noise. Then so fast I’m not even sure how it happens, Lucas rolls us and I’m straddling him with his half-hard dick still lodged inside me.
I balance myself with hands to his chest and he palms my thighs as we look at each other. His mischievous expression, though, is gone and I watch as his eyes slide down past my breasts to where we are still connected. My breath catches as I realize he’s looking at where his dick disappears into my body with a measure of awe and hunger. I let my own eyes drop and I see what he sees. He brings a hand to my mound and touches me gently, but not without impact. My entire body jolts from that small touch.
Still staring at our joining, Lucas murmurs, “Look at this. My cock in your pussy. That is so fucking hot to me, and I swear, Stephy…if you started moving on me right now, I’d get fully hard again. I’d be ready to go for another round.”
I hold my breath and watch him, because I don’t think that’s the important thing he’s trying to convey. I think it’s something else.
He makes it clearer when his eyes move to mine, where they lock. “Why in the hell would I ever want to go to naked volleyball when I have this right here?”
I cough to clear my throat, ignoring the pure joy that filters through me at his words.
“Um…because it’s naked volleyball with strippers?” I say tentatively, unsure why he would do such a thing.
Lucas presses his thumb against my clit, causing me to moan and rock my hips as he chides, “Trust me when I say nothing is better than this right here. Understood?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, holding the urge to start bouncing up and down on him. I don’t know if he can really go again so fast, but I’ll let him make that call.
“This isn’t casual, Stephanie,” Lucas says soberly. My joy fizzles a tiny bit and is replaced by fear. “And there are strings, unfortunately. I didn’t like the thought of you flirting with another guy. I don’t know if it’s just proprietary over what I’ve exclusively claimed as mine for right now, or what, but I didn’t like it.”
I’m shaking my head in denial because that’s what I’m trained to do when I think someone might get too close. Lucas is getting too close, and his words affect me in two different ways. They make me want so much with him, and they make me want to shut the door firmly on the possibility.