Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Cut it out.
No!
My arms crush her and I bring her to me, and she melts into my arms, her hands going to the back of my head as she groans softly.
Don’t groan or it’s all over.
Her tongue gently dances with mine and I move closer and closer.
How much can a man fucking take?
“Oh God,” she murmurs into my lips.
Fuck!
The kiss deepens, and this time, unable to help myself, I grab her behind and grind her body against mine so she can feel how hard I am for her. She needs to know.
“Stace,” she whimpers. “You feel so good.” Her lips drop to my neck and I close my eyes as my knees nearly buckle from beneath me.
Fucking hell, I feel arousal start to pump hard through my bloodstream.
Stop, stop, stop. Stace, stop!
She looks up at me with those perfect innocent eyes and she smiles softly. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I softly brush her hair back from her forehead as I look down at her. “For what?” I ask.
“For showing me what it was like.”
My eyes hold hers.
“Now I know how it feels.”
My heart drops and her lips connect with mine one last time, her tongue rims my lips and then dives deeper. She’s right, this night is perfect. This kiss is better than perfect.
I need to give her…
I stop myself.
Her lifeline… I need to be a man and give her the lifeline fantasy she deserves. This isn’t about my fantasy and I have no right to want her as much I do.
I pull back from her in a rush as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.
Her face falls. “What’s wrong?”
My chest rises and falls as I try to control my erratic heartbeat and I shake my head.
“I should walk you back to your room, Rosh,” I pant.
“Why?” Her eyes darken and she moves closer and gently untucks my shirt from my pants. My breath hitches.
“Because.” I tip my head back and look to the sky for divine guidance. I can’t think when she is pulling on my shirt like that.
She runs her hand over my chest.
“Because this is a nice date. A well behaved date.” I murmur, distracted.
She undoes my top button on my shirt. “Is that so?” she breathes into my ear so close I can feel her hot breath dust my skin. Goosebumps scatter.
I nod, unable to make my mouth say the words.
“Is that because I’m a nice girl?” she whispers.
I nod again.
“And you’re a nice guy?”
I shrug. “That’s the illusion we are trying to achieve here.”
She laughs out loud and I frown.
“You honestly think we are nice? I think the opposite.” She pauses and I frown. What’s she talking about? “You see, I think we are a little bit different, you and I.” Her sexy eyes hold mine and I know I am close to my breaking point.
“How so?”
“We both think that we want good.”
I watch her with hungry eyes.
“But the reality is, we both crave bad,” she whispers.
I stand still and a frown crosses my brow.
“I think, in each other, we see a little bit of bad,” she whispers sexily. “That little bit of fucked up we both desire.”
I smirk.
“And it’s the crazy in you that I crave.” She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head to reveal her bare breasts and a white, lace G-string.
Her perfect, toned body is plump for picking, so close I can almost taste it.
Game over.
“Fuck, yeah,” I whisper as I start unbuttoning my shirt.
She slides her panties down her legs and steps out of them seductively.
“I’m going for a swim. Well behaved, boring boys aren’t allowed in the pool.”
I smirk as I rip my shirt over my shoulders and throw it onto the ground. I jump on one foot as I take off one shoe, and then the other, tearing my pants down.
She wants a bad boy? She’s going to fucking get it.
She laughs and dives into the pool and I dive in after her. I pin her aggressively up against the wall and kiss her violently.
Her legs wrap around my waist. My hands are on her behind and I rub her up and down over my hard cock. God, she’s so fucking hot and tight.
The heat she is omitting is burning me alive.
“Give it to me,” she pleads. “Give me the crazy I need.”
I put my hands over the back of her shoulders for leverage and drive home in one hard pump. Her head falls back and she cries out in both pleasure and pain.
“Ahh,” She whimpers.
I grab a handful of her hair and drag her head back so that her eyes meet mine. With one hand on her shoulder slamming her down onto my cock and a handful of her hair in the other, I’m going out of my brain.
So good.
So fucking good.