Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
She’s begging for it. I’m pleading for her to stop. Only one of us is going to get our way. And the way things are going, I’m going to lose this battle.
“Last night, I wanted you to help me forget.” She shakes her head, her curls dancing wildly and her eyes slipping shut again. “But that’s not . . . help me remember . . . me,” she pants out.
Fuck. That’s my damn kryptonite. She wants me to help her.
I can sure as shit do that.
I take her jaw in one hand, holding it firmly to force her hazy eyes to mine. I need her thinking clearly, especially after the excitement of tonight. “You’re sure?”
She dips her chin once, pushing into my hand. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
I’m going to hell for all the things I’ve already done in my life. But this? This is going to be the pinnacle of my worsts and my undoing. Janey is going to be the example of when I should’ve done better, been better, and instead chose my own selfishness.
The least I can do is make it good for her. I don’t want to only make her remember herself. I want to show her all the things she never imagined were possible.
I can give her that, I vow. It’s a slight salve to my already guilty conscience, but it’s enough to break the restraint I’m desperately holding on to.
I take her mouth with a vengeance. All the hunger I’ve pushed down for the last week bubbles to the surface as I kiss her, and to my surprise, she kisses me back with more sexy confidence than I would’ve thought she possessed.
Fuck Henry for not taking full advantage of all Janey is capable of. I won’t make the same mistake.
I trace my hands down her neck, across her collarbones, and lower to cup her breasts. Janey sighs, lifting into my touch, and I rub my thumbs over her hardening nipples. A quick release of the tie at her waist, and I jerk the neck of her dress open, exposing her to my hungry eyes. Her bra is black, matching the panties she’s already flashed tonight, and I slide the straps from her shoulders, letting the cups fall loosely.
Dragging a finger over the tender flesh, I delight at the softness of her skin and her responsiveness as she arches to meet my touch. Both of us needing more, I lean into her, covering her nipple with kisses and licks before sucking it into my hot mouth.
Janey wraps her arms around my head, holding me to her as I punish her with pleasure.
Know your worth.
Demand to be treated like the amazing woman you are.
No excuses for assholes—not your family, not friends, not even me.
I groan at that thought and bite her sharply for lowering herself to be with me.
She deserves more than a fuck on the couch, but I’m too impatient to haul her up the ladder to a bed, so this’ll have to do. I lift her off my lap, tossing her to the couch, where she bounces and lets out a squeak of surprise. And then I’m over her, kneeling between her spread thighs.
Pushing her dress the rest of the way off, it puddles beneath her body in a satiny sea of gray, but it’s still not enough. I need to touch her. I yank my shirt off, only half the buttons undone, and Janey tries to follow my lead, reaching behind her back to undo her bra, but I stop her. “Let me.”
Uncertainly, she pulls her hands back, and I slip mine beneath her to undo the hooks. I pull the bra from her and let it fall to the floor, doing the same with her panties. Nude before me, she squirms nervously, suddenly looking shy as my eyes rove over her body.
I see it all. Her full breasts that she’s trying to push together with her arms, the sweep of her hip covered with the floral tattoo, the softness of her belly she’s tensing, and the shiny wetness in the short curls over her pussy. Every freckle, scar, line, and curve . . .
“Beautiful,” I say huskily. “Fucking gorgeous.”
She absolutely is—inside and out.
Her smile is soft and filled with relief, like she doesn’t understand that I’m the lucky one here. But I’ll show her.
I lean down, spreading her legs with my shoulders, and kiss the sensitive spots along the insides of her thighs, purposefully moving higher and higher in the tiniest of increments. I dance my fingertips over the outer lips of her pussy, feeling the slickness of her arousal and spreading it around as I pull her open. Her hips buck up, looking for more, and I feel the evil grin stretch my mouth. Fuck, she’s going to be heaven.