Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Really?” she says.
“I want you, Maci,” I tell her. “Of course, that means your tight, warm, virgin slit. It means your big ass and your perfect thick tits, but I want you, not just your body. I want your passion. I want that beautiful smile. I want this connection that I feel—the one I know you can feel, too.”
She makes a whimpering noise, threatening to turn me into a beast again. A vision flashes into my mind. Grab her, bend her over again, tear down her pants, and this time, drive hard and deep into her, giving neither of us time to think about how wrong this is.
“I feel it,” she whispers.
“But you better get dressed,” I tell her, “or I won’t be able to stop.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “Really.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” I quickly reply. “I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
“That’s not right,” she murmurs, leaning down for her shirt. “I want to, but—”
“I know,” I cut in.
She nods, biting her lip—another gesture that makes me borderline savage. It’s almost enough to have me leap on her again. I clench my hands at my sides, stopping myself.
“Oh yeah,” she murmurs. “We’re supposed to be forgetting, aren’t we? Pretending?”
I nod, but it’s getting more challenging to shut out the rest of the world. An eerie sensation creeps over me, almost like Kayla is in the water, watching us, judging.
Maci pulls on her shirt.
“No, wait,” I tell her.
She tilts her head. “What?”
I stare at her nipples poking through the fabric, my hands shaking. “Put your bra on, too. I want to… touch you so badly.”
She turns away, taking off her shirt again. I think about the dress I bought for her. It’ll probably be better if she stays in what she’s currently wearing. I meant what I told her. She’s not just a body. She’s not just desire. She’s so much more than that.
What? I ask myself the question as I get dressed. What do we really have? How can I explain or justify it?
This is our first date, but somehow, the question seems absurd. Somehow, I know, deep in my bones, that Maci is the one for me.
I lead her into the restaurant, the entire place covered in rose petals. Almost all the tables are moved aside so that the chandelier light glitters down on the one table in the center of the room. Maci’s hand tightens on my arm. She lets out one of those soul-searing breaths.
“Oh, Luke,” she mutters.
I turn to her and almost lose my resolve. After getting dressed, she said, So, where’s this dress? I showed it to her, and she changed. It’s a glittery silver piece like the one she wore at our four-person dinner back at the house before I ran out on her. Her hair is wild from the steaminess, making her look natural and even more beautiful since she’s so naturally perfect.
“Do you like it?” I ask, leading her through the room.
When I pull out her chair, she says, “I love it. I’ve never been on a date like this before. Well, any date, but even if I had, I know this would be the best.”
I touch her side, guiding her into the chair, then turn and walk quickly from the room. “What the…”
But I keep walking. I have to do this. It’s all part of the plan.
CHAPTER 19
MACI
Iknew he was pissed about the whole no-sex thing, but I didn’t think he would just leave me here. The second I’m in the chair, he turns, leaving the room so quickly. My throat gets tight, and tears threaten to pour down my cheeks. I feel a weird, stinging sensation in my eyes.
I bite down, forcing the tears away. I won’t let this reduce me to being dramatic just because he’s decided to ditch, but then he returns, and I let out a delighted laugh. The ricochet of the mood is so extreme. I’m flooded with light when I see him holding a menu in a waiter’s shirt and jacket. He smirks as he walks across the room.
“Anything to drink, miss?” he asks.
I laugh again. “I’ll take an OJ,” I tell him, “but it seems I’ve been stood up.”
His eyes twinkle playfully. I thought he might just be trying to be nice when he said he didn’t just want me for sex. Then he mentioned the connection we share, and I can’t deny that I feel it, too. I can’t deny that it smolders between us. Whatever it is, it’s not just physical, not just lust-filled bubbles bursting on the surface of a private pool.
“The man must be insane,” Lukas says.
Wait, is he doing a British accent?
“I didn’t know all waiters had to be British,” I say.
His lips twitch, but he does his best to maintain character. “I’m not sure I know what you mean, miss.” He bursts out laughing. “Okay, okay,” he goes on in his normal voice. “Maybe that was a bit fair. OJ, yeah? And what do you want to eat?”