Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“After that, I got tickets to an anime exhibit at the museum down the street.”
“Travis—” My sentence ends on his lips, and he wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses me until I lose my breath, until my mind can only focus on him.
“I came here for you,” he whispers against my mouth. “Let me be here for you, okay?”
I nod. “Okay…”
At midnight, Travis checks his watch and stands up from my suite’s couch.
“Off to see Penelope before you go?” I ask.
“Not at this hour.” He smiles. “I believe she’s blowing me off anyway.”
“Why?”
“Because Hayden just sent me a text and he claims that she’s hanging out with you all weekend.”
“Ha!”
“Exactly.” He laughs. “She probably has a secret boyfriend she doesn’t want me to know about.”
“You mean ‘Hayden’ is her boyfriend, right?”
“No, I’d kill him if that were the case.”
I tilt my head to the side, confused.
I’ve seen the way Hayden and Penelope look at each other whenever they think they’re alone. They’re constantly on the phone talking and laughing about absolutely nothing, and it’s obvious there’s something there.
How can Travis not see that?
“Come on.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. “Walk me to the elevator.”
“Do you have to leave now?”
“My flight is in five hours, but I have to get through customs, remember?”
“I mean, is it necessary to head to the airport this many days early? Why can’t you leave tomorrow?”
He raises his eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you tonight?”
“Nothing. I’m only curious.”
“You’re acting weird.” He cups my face in his hands, then trails a finger against my bottom lip. “Weirder than usual, anyway.”
“I’m fine, just thinking about the airport.”
“You can ride with me in the cab, if you like.”
“No, that’s not what I want..”
“Okay, well—”
“I want to have sex with you.” I’ve never been more sure with any guy I’ve ever dated, never trusted anyone with my virginity as much as I trust him.
He drops his hands from my face, smiling. “I think you had too much alcohol tonight.”
“I drank one glass.”
“Maybe I had too much, then.” He slips an arm around my waist. “I must be hearing things.”
“I promise that you’re not. I want you to have sex with you.”
Silence.
“You have rules for your first time, Tatiana,” he says, rubbing my back. “You want to be in love.”
“I am,” I say, my voice cracking. “I really am.”
He stares at me for several seconds, looking stunned, not saying anything in return.
I consider taking back the words, worried I’ve misread our relationship and uttered them far too soon.
As I’m thinking of a way to change the subject, he presses his lips against mine and kisses me, using his hips to press me against the wall.
My heart racing a mile a minute, I wrap my arms around his neck.
He slides his hand against my sides, whispering, “Let go and step out of your pants.”
I can’t focus on anything but the way he’s kissing me, so I don’t follow that request.
Laughing softly, he pauses our kiss to grab my hand. Leading me over to the bed, he sits on the edge and pulls me between his legs.
With his eyes on mine, he unbuttons my jeans and unzips the zipper.
I push them down to the floor, and he grabs the hem of my shirt.
“Take this off for me,” he whispers.
I oblige.
He grips my waist a bit tighter and lifts me. Carrying me to the bed, he pushes up my dress.
He kisses my nipples, sucking them until they harden in his mouth.
I moan as he takes his time kissing a warm trail down t my stomach.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. Then he takes a condom from his pocket and grabs my hand, placing it on his cock, silently asking me to slide it over his length.
“Look at me,” he whispers, and I gaze into his eyes.
He entwines my hands with his, pressing his cock against me.
I bite my lip and tense as he inches into me.
He slides a bit deeper, and I can’t hold back a gasp at the unfamiliar pain.
He stills. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head.
“Are you sure you want me to be your first?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m sure,” I say. “I want you.”
He fills me slowly, stretching me, letting me adjust to his enormous length.
“Fuck,” he rasps, kissing me. “You feel so fucking good.”
I’m too full, too nervous, and excited to respond.
As we gaze into each other’s eyes, Travis thrusts in and out of me.
He slides a hand between my thighs and teases my clit.
Without warning, he slides out of me, grabs my ankles, and flips me over.
“Get on all fours,” he says.
Out of breath, I obey, and he grips my hips.
I feel him entering me again, see him looking at me through the mirrored headboard. He feels so much better this way, so much deeper this way.