Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
He’s moved by it, too. Moments ago he was determined not to fuck me, and now as he grasps the side of my neck and devours me like his favorite dessert, I feel his hard cock pressed against the scant fabric of my panties.
I moan against his lips as he butts it against me. He reaches a hand down and presses his palm against my pussy. It tingles for him, begging him to push that fabric aside and at least sink a finger into me.
As if he can feel how close we’re getting to crossing the line he drew tonight, he brings down the intensity of the kiss from consuming to a more comfortable yearning.
Once we’re in safer waters, he pulls back and looks down at me.
Tenderness glints in his eyes as he brushes a curly lock of hair out of my face. “We should get some sleep.”
I’m feeling pretty fond of him. Pretty happy, too.
“If you insist,” I tease.
His perfect lips tug up. “Don’t tempt me,” he grumbles, placing one last kiss on my forehead, then easing off and tugging me into his arms.
I go happily. My arms slide around him naturally, and I settle in against his strong chest with a sigh of contentment.
Before we commit to the quiet and fall asleep, he murmurs playfully, “I’m glad you’re enjoying your first sleepover with a man.”
I’m feeling pretty drowsy, but I still grin at the assertive way he says that last part. “Five stars, easy.”
Chapter nine
Milo
When I wake up, there’s a slim thigh wrapped around my hip, a mass of thick curly hair spread out across my pillow, and a warm body pressed snugly against mine.
I can’t remember the last time I woke up next to a woman.
Well, I guess I can, but suffice it to say, it’s been a very long time.
Last night was nice. Well, falling asleep with her, anyway. There were definitely aspects of what came before that I didn’t enjoy.
I knew she had a rough night as soon as I opened the door, but it just got worse and worse as she started talking.
Kennedy was needy and vulnerable last night, and I didn’t like it.
Not because I’m not willing to tolerate her bad days—I’m not that much of a fucking asshole—but because I don’t like her feeling that way. I had a hunch nothing sexual would be able to happen with the state of mind she was in, but then she made that remark about being used—like it’s acceptable, maybe even expected for a man to use her—and really cinched it.
I don’t mind if she feels used in a sexy way, when she’s in a healthy state of mind, but I’d never do something to her I knew might make her lose self-esteem. She should enjoy being used, not feel bad about it.
I knew she didn’t understand, but that’s because she’s young and inexperienced. At her age, you have sex when an opportunity presents itself.
At my age, I fuck when I feel like it.
As hard as it is to imagine not feeling like it with her pretty little ass in my bed, the timing just wasn’t right—especially with it being her first time. If we’d already fucked a couple dozen times, fucking on an off-night would be no big deal, but her first time shouldn’t be like that. She deserves better.
Today will be a better day.
Jet won’t be home until later, and if Jonathan is home, he’s probably sleeping in, so Kennedy and I should have the place to ourselves this morning.
I know she hasn’t woken up beside a man before, and I’m happy to be her first, but I decide to make it a little more memorable for her than she might be expecting.
I slide my hand up under her shirt so I can touch her. I fucking love touching her anywhere I can—her side, her stomach, her back. My hand drifts down to the curve of her pert little ass and I give it a squeeze.
Kennedy makes a little mewling noise as I rub her ass. It’s so fucking cute.
A smile tugs at my lips as I roll her over on her back—gently, so as not to wake her up. Moving carefully, I tug my arm out from under her so I can move from my spot on the bed. I move lower on the bed, carefully moving her legs so I can get between them.
I check her face to see if she’s still sleeping, and she is. Her head is turned to the side, one hand dropped haphazardly beside her head on the pillow with her palm facing up. Her hair’s a mess, and she looks so fucking beautiful.
I stare at her for a moment, just marveling at how fucking beautiful she is.
I can’t help but touch her. I run my hand over her soft belly, run my palm over the panties I couldn’t let her take off last night.