Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I want you healthy, inside and out,” he said, pulling out his phone and then glancing at the street sign to see where we were.
“And why is that?”
“You know why is that,” he said, scowling at me before returning to his screen and then putting his phone in his back pocket. “First off, for you. For your own mental health. I want you to be good, inside your head. And second, I want us to be more than friends, so I want you to be able to recognize that I’m the best thing for you.”
I grinned at him. “I know that already. No therapy needed.”
He took my face in his hands and eased me close for a kiss that reminded me that this was not just another night that had turned into a morning. This was, in fact, when my best friend finally saw that I was right there, loving him with all my heart. “Well, good,” he said when his lips lifted from mine. “But still, having a therapist is amazing. I should go with you sometime so you can introduce me.”
“You want to meet my therapist?”
“Why not? I’m sure he’s dying to meet me with how much you talk about me.”
“Is that right? You think I talk about you?”
“Oh, come on,” he teased, easing me close, wrapping me in his arms. “You talk about me all the time. I know you do.”
“You think you’re that important?” I asked, putting my head on his shoulder, both arms sliding around him, my hands pressing into his back, then sliding, mapping muscle, wanting to touch him everywhere, consumed with the need to feel his skin. I desperately wanted him naked in my bed, and the idea was making it hard to breathe.
“I think I’m the most important person in your life,” he murmured into the side of my neck before opening his mouth there.
I was lucky he was holding me because my knees got a bit wobbly.
“That’s it,” he crooned, “lean on me.”
And since I’d been doing that since we first started being partners, and it had always seemed natural, I wasn’t about to stop now.
SEVEN
Once the Uber picked us up, I quickly realized we were not going in the direction of my place but his instead.
“I thought we had a plan.”
“You really think we’re waking up in the morning to do laundry?” he asked, as if that plan was ridiculous. “We’ll be lucky if we get up before lunch.”
He wasn’t wrong. “I hate doin’ laundry on Sunday,” I grumbled at the same time I slipped my hand around the inside of his thigh.
The shudder in response, coupled with the softest inhale of breath, had me smiling like a simpleton, I was sure, but I hardly cared. Instead, I turned and kissed behind his ear. For that I got his hand on mine and him squirming in the seat and guiding my hand higher until I groped him through his dress pants, taking hold of what felt like iron with how hard he was.
“This feels amazin’,” I whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait to taste it and all the rest of you as well.”
“Yeah?” His breathing was thready. “Gonna have me?”
“Is that a request or permission?” I asked hopefully, because more than anything, I wanted to take possession of him body and soul.
“Both,” he husked, and I was certain my heart stopped right there.
I really needed the driver to hurry, but it was rude to ask. Lang had explained the etiquette of big-city ride sharing to me. “Look at me,” I demanded in a rough whisper.
When he rolled his head to me, I noted his blown pupils, saw him lick his lips, and heard the softest, sweetest whimper.
“This time, you’re gonna be mine, all right?”
“Won’t I always be?”
“You’re killin’ me,” I ground out, staring into his beautiful dark eyes. “But this time, in your bed, I want you under me. You understand?”
Slow nod, and he didn’t take his eyes off my mouth.
As I leaned in, his eyes fluttered closed, and I felt his desire and craving and submission deep in my chest in a way I never did before. I’d wanted other men, but this was different. I had longed for this man, and yes, I wanted to devour him, but I wanted the forever even more. I knew my life would be set if only he would stay.
“Get out of your head,” he said softly, and I felt his breath on my face. “Be here in the present with me.”
And I would because while I could be unsure about me, I was not at all about him. I was very clear about what I wanted from Langston Ross.
Taking his mouth, I kissed him hard and long, feasting on his tongue, on his lips, and it was slow and drugging, heating my blood, making it pulse in my veins and pound in my ears.