Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“No,” I whisper, trembling. Already unclicking my seat belt, my hormones totally in control now. I need him, I need him. I want to feel those words he just said out loud in the form of kisses and gropes of his hands. I want the embodiment of his threats to pin me down. “Take a right here, I’m the last house on the block.”
He nods, breathing hard. “Is anyone going to see us?”
I check the clock on his stereo. “No. My mother is on a spiritual retreat in Thailand. And my father has been asleep for hours. My curfew is one in the morning. He sets his alarm for one, then checks my bedroom to make sure I’m there. That means we have…twenty minutes before I have to be inside.”
North’s strong jaw flexes and he nods, throwing the car into park at the end of the street, just outside the glow of a streetlamp. I think he’s going to kiss me inside the car by leaning across the console. But instead, he throws open the driver’s side door and climbs out, rounding the back bumper to my side. Yanking open the door and lifting me out by my waist. My feet haven’t even touched the ground when my back lands against the side of the car and North’s mouth is storming over mine. Changing the landscape of my life forever.
Four
North
FUCK.
I can’t believe I’m kissing this girl.
Grace.
She tastes like her name suggests. Innocent, delicious, like she could save me.
Can’t get enough of her. I’m plastering her to the car, being too rough, but I can’t help it. She made my cock so stiff with all of her sweet touches and whispers in my ear, it’s a wonder I’m not banging her like a depraved criminal on the hood of my car. But no…no. Control yourself. Grace is classy. A good girl. Don’t think about how tight she would be. Don’t think about how her blue eyes lit up with aroused wonder when I told her I’d be stopping to hump the passenger seat on the way home tonight.
Because God knows, I’m not going to be humping her.
No fucking way.
I’m hanging by a thread where she’s concerned. My sanity, my hunger. I don’t know what the hell this girl is doing to me, but it feels irreversible. And if I sunk my dick between her gorgeous thighs and popped that cherry—I know damn well she’s still got it—she wouldn’t be able to keep my away with a restraining order. Hell, an army.
I lick into the warm cave of her mouth, groans issuing from our chests at the meeting of our tongues, the excited way they mate, my fingers plunging into her hair to hold her steady while I fuck that perfect little mouth. God. Goddamn. She’s letting me go for broke, slanting my head and taking her lips roughly from an angle. All while her belly writhes against my rigid cock, hot whimpers making me want to feast all the more thoroughly. So I can taste those sounds. So I can absorb them into my fucking blood.
We kiss wet. Messy.
It’s burning me alive.
How she doesn’t care about anything but getting more, not shy about opening her mouth and inviting me deeper, her head falling back against the side of my car. She slaps my shoulders and breaks for air, eyes glazed with need, then starts to tug me back to continue making out. I’m not letting this opportunity pass, though. Perhaps my one and only opportunity to taste her everywhere. If she cuts me off after this, I need memories.
Kissing her hard on the mouth once, I rake my lips down to her neck and scrape my teeth there, tonguing the spot in apology, in worship, opening wide to lick and kiss as much of her softness as possible. It’s impossible, beyond my capabilities, to keep from looking down the low neckline of her dress to those sexy tits. My mouth waters with the need to suck them, taste them, and as if she read my mind, she arches her back until those sweet mounds almost pop free.
Jesus. She is the sexiest girl on this planet. No question. Perfect, perfect angel who needs pleasure, needs treasuring. What if her pleasure could be my job? It’s an insane notion, but…what if? I must be looking at her with that question on my face, because she responds. “Yes,” is all the whispers—and then I’m groaning, sucking her nipples through the silky material of her dress, dragging my teeth over their peaks. “Oh m-my God,” she heaves in a strangled whisper. “North.”
“Can I suck them bare, beauty?” She nods frantically and my hands shake, peeling down the flimsy material until her rosy nipples are right there, straining, making my cock so hard, I have to squeeze my eyes closed and concentrate on not coming. “Jesus, you’re so goddamn beautiful. Can’t believe you’re letting me touch you. Can’t believe it.”