Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I’m not promising you anything,” I say as he kisses my neck exactly where he always kisses me. I even move my face to give him more access to it. My whole face lights up. “But I’ll give this a chance.”
His hands return to my face, and he holds it in his hands, and I find this peace in myself. “I’m not going to make you regret this,” he reassures me before his lips crash onto mine. This kiss isn’t like the last one, where it was soft. This kiss is like the ones I tried to forget yet always remembered. It’s filled with heat and longing. My body suddenly remembers everything about him. The way his tongue slides with mine, and he knows exactly how to move my head so the kiss gets even deeper.
My hands itch to touch his skin, and my body itches to be touched by him. My hands roam to his chest as I go to a button on his shirt, unbuttoning it. But instead of moving to the second one, he moves away from me, and my hand falls back to my sides. “I should get going.” He turns and starts to walk out of the room.
“Where the hell are you going?” I ask, trying not to sound too needy but shocked that he just walked away from me.
“Home,” he states as if he didn’t just kiss me fucking silly, leaving me wanting for more.
“But,” I start to say. He laughs, but this time, there is a lightness to his laugh. If you told me tonight would end with me in his arms, I would have laughed at you and told you that you were crazy. But I’ve just agreed to give him another chance, and I suddenly thought it would end up with him in me instead of just kissing me.
“You think I would just give it up?” he teases, making me pissed, and I fold my arms over my chest, trying to hide the way my nipples are peaked and aching for his mouth.
“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You seem to forget that I’ve had it already. We actually banged on the first date.”
“Was it a date?” He puts his hands in his pockets, making his chest seem even bigger. My eyes go to the one button I did open before he stepped away, and I can see his tanned chest. “I don’t think it was considered a date.”
I glare at him. “Well, we can call it whatever you want to call it. We slept together the first night,” I remind him. “I mean, six hours after meeting each other, we were naked and banging.”
“I don’t even think it was six hours.” He laughs at me. “But that was before. It’s different now.”
“It’s not different now.” I try to plead with him. “Nothing is different now.”
“Everything is different.” His joking tone is gone. “Now come lock up after me.”
“You really aren’t going to stay?” My hands uncross and fall to my sides as I stare at him.
“I’m really going to walk to the front door,” he starts, “and you are going to come with me. I’m going to kiss your lips, and then I’m going to go.”
“Whatever, it wasn’t all that good anyway,” I lie to him, and he just rolls his lips. “Actually, I’ve had better after you…so.” Another lie. Even though I did actually sleep with someone three weeks after we broke up, it was the worst thing I ever did. It meant nothing, and I did it just to say I did. Either way, it ended with me faking my orgasm and then rushing out the door forty minutes after we started, which with Romeo would have just been our foreplay. I decided I would hold off on having sex with anyone else until I was actually ready.
He laughs, but his laughter is strained. “You can’t lie to save your life.” He shakes his head. “Had better.” He pffts. “As if.”
He walks out of the room, looking over his shoulder at me. “I’ll call you later,” is the last thing he says before I hear the door slam behind him.
“Did he actually leave?” I ask the empty room, walking to the front door and seeing him standing there with his back to the door and his feet crossed at his ankles in front of him. His head is to the side as he looks up from the floor toward me. His Hollywood megawatt smile coming out.
“I didn’t actually leave,” he says, smirking. “I need a kiss.” He holds up one finger. “And to make sure you lock the door.” He holds up a second finger. “Now, come here so I can kiss you goodbye,” he urges, and I want to tell him to fuck off, but my feet are moving before I know what is going on.