Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
His voice was low. “What were you thinking about when you smelled me on the sheets?”
I stroked his cheek. “I just kept pretending you were with me.”
“How does one do that…pretend I’m with you? Did you grab the pillow or something and call it Moody?”
I ran the tip of my finger along his chin. “You really want to know what I did?”
“Yeah, I do,” he said seductively.
“I touched myself thinking about you. When you came to the door to tell me about breakfast, you interrupted.”
“Fuck, don’t tell me that.” He buried his face in the pillow. “I should’ve come in instead.”
“I’ve touched myself a lot thinking about you these last several months,” I confessed.
“You’re not the only one. I’ve nearly taken my dick off thinking about you.”
Curling into my pillow, I said, “I have another confession.”
He placed his hand on my cheek and brushed his thumb along my skin. “Well, tonight seems to be the night for that. Anything goes. Tell me.”
“The first time I massaged you, my panties were wet.”
He shut his eyes. “Jesus.”
“That hadn’t happened to me before.”
“I might never recover from hearing you admit that.”
I chuckled. “That’s when I knew I was in trouble with you.”
“I jerked off in the shower upstairs before I came back down to face you that day. But I never imagined that you felt that way the first time.”
“How could I not? You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
He caressed my hair. “I’m so fucking attracted to you. You blow me away every time I look at you.” He lowered his hand and tugged at the material of the T-shirt I wore. “And I love you in my shirt.”
I love you in my shirt. Hearing the words I love you come out of his mouth gave me goose bumps for a split second before my brain registered the context. I knew, on some level, that I might have been falling in love with Dax. I couldn’t imagine hearing him say those three words to me. But I’d take I love you in my shirt over nothing.
I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to do anything to tempt him, but it was incredibly difficult to lie so close to him, to feel his breath on my body, and not want to feel him everywhere. I couldn’t help it. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, relishing the low groan that produced. I loved his taste. And I wanted so much more than this. My body ached for it.
I lowered my hand and wrapped it around his swollen cock, feeling it instantly move through his pants.
His body stiffened. “I don’t think you should do that,” he whispered over my lips.
I removed my hand. “You’ve gone down on me, and I can’t even touch you?”
“I do want you to touch me. Very badly.” He moved back an inch. “But I have this fucked-up idea that it’s okay if I touch you, as long as you don’t touch me.”
“Which is ironic because didn’t this whole thing start with me touching you?”
“I suppose it did.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Can I kiss you again, if I can’t touch you?”
“Yes. Of course.” He pulled me close, taking my lips again and slipping his tongue inside.
We kissed for several minutes, and my panties were drenched.
“If I’d known I was going to spend the night here, I would’ve brought a spare pair of underwear, maybe three.”
His breathing quickened. “Can I feel how wet you are?”
I nodded, desperate for his touch.
Dax lowered his hand and slipped it inside my panties. He closed his eyes and began moving two of his fingers in and out of me slowly. My clit throbbed as he gently fucked me with his hand. He looked dazed, almost in a trance, with his mouth agape, as if he were trying to imagine his fingers were his cock and we were having sex.
As much as I loved looking at his face, I closed my eyes and did the same, imagining he was deep inside me. But I knew his cock would fill me so much better than his fingers. I opened my eyes when I felt his hand leave me.
Don’t stop. Panting, I asked, “Is everything okay?”
He nodded and took his fingers into his mouth to lick my arousal off of them. If that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen…
He licked his lips. “I’m sorry I’m so goddamn weak.”
“You’re weak? I would let you do anything you wanted to me right now.”
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth. “Don’t say that.”
“If you won’t let me touch you, then let me watch you touch yourself, Dax…while you touch me.”
His chest rose and fell as he considered my proposition. He took a deep breath in. I watched intently as he lowered his hand to the band of his sweatpants. He pushed the material down and his beautiful, gigantic cock sprung out. While I’d imagined what it looked like, the reality definitely surpassed all expectations. It seemed this perfect-looking man had a perfect-looking cock to match, with girth as impressive as its length, and beautiful, veiny skin. My mouth watered. Not being allowed to taste or touch him was pure torture.