Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Two waters along with chocolate milkshakes.
I shift on the red vinyl seat as his gaze remains fastened to me. The intensity of his undivided attention is as flattering as it is alarming. When I bring the straw to my lips, his gaze drops to the movement and his eyes darken, the pupils swallowing up the green of his irises. He draws the corner of his lip into his mouth before slanting a heavy-lidded look my way.
The heat in his eyes is enough to reignite the arousal that’s been simmering in my core since our last meeting in the hotel room. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what it felt like to have his mouth on me. Sure, I’ve heard my friends talk about sex, but I never imagined it could feel so amazing.
It was like the world detonated around me.
And I didn’t give a damn.
I can’t help but long for more.
With Wolf.
He cocks his head, all the while sifting carefully through my eyes. Keeping all my private thoughts locked away is impossible.
“What are you thinking over there?” His voice sounds as if it’s been scraped raw.
My guess is that he already knows.
I drag my eyes away as heat floods my cheeks.
“Answer me, Fallyn.” There’s a sharpness to his voice that has my attention snapping back to him.
“What?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
My teeth scrape across my lower lip as my pulse skitters. I shouldn’t bring it up as if I’m eager for him to lay hands on me again.
Except…that’s exactly what I am.
Eager.
Needy.
I’m a ball of sexual tension waiting to explode at the tiniest spark.
It’s demoralizing.
And by the intensity written across his face, he understands it.
I’m ashamed to admit that it was so bad the other night, I closed my eyes and conjured up a mental image of what he looked like between my outstretched thighs. Then I touched myself. It didn’t take long until I was a slippery mess. Unfortunately, the orgasm was a pale imitation of what it felt like to have Wolf bury his finger inside my pussy or run his lips over my aching flesh.
When I remain silent, he reaches across the table and snags my hand, wrapping his larger one around it. His thumb rubs soft circles against my palm. The innocuous caress sends shockwaves throughout my body.
“There’s no more running away,” he murmurs as if I’m in need of the reminder.
After the other night, I’ve already figured out that much.
“Now tell me what’s going through your head because, whatever it is, I can see it written clearly across your face.”
“Then it seems like you already know. I shouldn’t have to say a word.”
He leans closer, bridging the divide between us. “I do, but it’s important that I hear it from your lips, angel.”
The endearment goes straight to the heart of me before exploding upon impact.
I straighten my shoulders and force out the question. “Are you still going to take my virginity?”
His nostrils flare as something dark and possessive leaps into his eyes. “Yes, but not because I paid for it. I want you to give it to me of your own free will.”
Even though it’s tempting to run and hide from the earnestness of his expression, I’m powerless to do so.
“I want you to be my first,” I whisper, telling him what he’s so desperate for me to acknowledge.
“Good, because that’s exactly what I want.”
With a gulp, I attempt to swallow down the nerves that vibrate in my chest at the blunt conversation we’re having in the middle of this diner. “Is that something you’ve thought about over the years?”
He leans as close as the table will allow. “Of course it is. I’ve always wanted to be your first. Just like I wanted you to be mine.”
My mouth falls open as his words somersault through my brain and I shake my head, wondering if I’ve misunderstood the admittance.
From the intensity of his expression and the muscle that ticks a mad rhythm in his jaw, my guess is that I haven’t.
Which means that like me, Wolf Westerville is still a virgin.
Chapter 30
Wolf
Fuck.
I didn’t mean to blurt out the truth like that.
By her slack-jawed expression, I’ve shocked the hell out of her.
It’s tempting to plow a hand through my hair and glance away, but I refuse to do that. My gaze stays pinned to Fallyn. I’ve been waiting years for a chance to slip back into her life and there’s no way I’m going to be anything less than honest.
Even if it means embarrassing the fuck out of myself.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for the dark-haired beauty sitting across from me. She’s so stunning, both inside and out, that it robs me of breath and makes my heart ache.
After the accident, I never thought I’d get this chance again.
Now that I have, wild horses couldn’t drag me away.