Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
We can’t have sex until we’ve told Alex.
I know it’s true, and yet my body is raging, my heart hammering, my manhood ready.
When she returns, how am I going to resist?
Do I even want to resist?
I stand at the end of the hallway, watching Becca without her knowing I’m here. There’s something so incredible about seeing her like this. It’s as though she’s already moved in and all our problems are behind us.
She’s carrying shopping bags in one hand and groceries in the other. Knocking the door closed with her elbow, she walks through the apartment, her new dress swishing around her delectable ass.
I swallow, trying to push away the hot fire, the impulse telling me to rush up behind her and push her dress up, revealing her ass and…
Walking into the kitchen, I warn myself to calm down.
It’s the time apart from her. It’s only been a few hours, but it feels like days.
“Let me help.” I take a few bags from her, carrying them the rest of the way.
“Thank you.” She huffs as she places the rest down, turning to me, her forehead a little sweaty, her cheeks that irresistible shade of red. “What, Ben? Why are you looking at me like that?”
I move closer, the sun shining in through the tall windows behind her. She’s framed by it, highlighting the shape of her body, her silhouette emphasizing her curves. Her hips scream out for my hands, the rest of her doing the same.
Snapping my hands out, I grab her hips, pulling her up close to me.
She gasps in her just-Becca shocked way. It has my manhood inflamed immediately, my end bulging, everything else forgotten except for the closeness of her body.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you,” I say, leaning down to look directly into her eyes. “I know we have to be good. But hell, Becca bee, resisting you feels impossible.”
“I know.” Her fingers are on my shoulders, clawing around to my neck, as she stares up. “But it’s like you said. We have to be good. We can’t….”
“I know,” I say. “We shouldn’t.”
“We really shouldn’t.”
We move closer with each word until I can feel her breath and sense her uncertainty. Not that she’s not sure she wants this…but she knows, like I do, that if we don’t wait, we’re betraying Alex.
It’s not like we haven’t betrayed him already, a voice whispers, telling me to do the right thing, the only thing, and take my woman properly.
“You’re so beautiful,” I growl.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” she whispers.
“Good.” I smirk. “Because I’ll never get tired of saying it.”
I press my lips against hers, sinking into the familiar and yet new feeling. It’s completely unique to Becca, every kiss is our first…but we both know what to do and how to find our rhythm.
The lust ignites, and she whimpers, letting me know she wants more. It’s the way her fingers claw at my neck, too. She moans, muffled by our lips, shifting her body against mine.
It’s the way she moved last night when she couldn’t fight the lust anymore, the way she moved when she was ready for me to take the lead.
My helm bulges against my shorts, the tip buzzing as it rubs against my boxers.
“I need you so badly,” I growl. “I need you now.”
Her lips are smeared red, her entire young horny body looking flushed. The redness creeps down her neck, tempting me to strip away her clothes and massage her greedy tits until they’re the same shade.
“I need you,” she whimpers. “I want our future. I want…this. I want…but you have to be patient. And what about….”
I kiss away her final word, not letting her say it.
She was about to say, And what about Alex?
I can’t let her say that, not when my body and my soul and my everything is roaring out for this woman.
If we talk about her brother again, I’ll stop. I’ll have to. But I don’t want to. I’d like to say I can’t, and maybe that’s true, maybe I’m already lost to my Becca bee’s horny virgin body.
Mostly, though, I want her.
I want these thick hips and the way she moans as I smooth my hands around to her ass.
I want her to keep moving against me as though she’s massaging her breasts against my body.
I want her shy hand smoothing down between our bodies, pausing at my waistband.
“Can we….”
She stares up, eyes wide as though she’s partly afraid.
“Is my horny virgin too shy to ask to go to the bedroom?”
She averts her gaze, then – with a visible effort – turns back to me, upper lip stiffened.
“Fine. Take me to the bedroom, Ben.”
I grin. “All right, Miss Bossy.”
She giggles as I scoop her into my arms, the same way I did in the cabin. There’s something so sweet about the way she throws her arms around me.