Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
He draws back from me and his face flinches again. “What?”
“You know. It’s been a while for me and well, I thought, why not?” I barely stop myself from slapping myself on the forehead. I know I sound like an idiot. I know that just by suggesting it I could ruin everything we have, but I also know that I can’t just go on like we are.
He strokes his beard with his hand as if he’s thinking about it. “How much did you have to drink tonight?”
I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m not drunk! You know what, never mind.”
I get up and lean across the coffee table to grab the remote. When I’m about to sit back down, I feel his hands on my hips and he pulls me toward him until I land on his lap. “No. Not never mind. Let’s talk about this.”
His solid body is underneath my softer one and I can’t stop myself from wiggling against him, wanting to feel all he has to offer. His hands tighten on me and he holds my body firmly. I can feel the rumble in his chest against me when he huskily whispers, “I can’t talk with you moving on me like this.”
I let out a small giggle and turn to the side so I can face him. His face is tense, and I can see the clench of his jaw. “Look, Rider, I don’t want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend. I just thought maybe… well, you know, but if you don’t think of me like that….”
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Rider
Don’t think of her like that? Fuck, that’s all I’ve thought about since she moved here. I would give anything to be buried deep inside of her and how she hasn’t realized it by now is beyond me. She’s looking at me all insecure and I hate it. She’s one of the most confident women I know, and I refuse to be the reason she’s unsure of herself. With my hands on her hips, I slide her across my lap until she’s sitting right on top of my hard cock that is pressing against the zipper of my jeans. It’s painful. Damn, it hurts. But it’s completely worth it when Willow gasps with surprise and her hand goes to cover her mouth.
“I think of you like that.” Just in case she couldn’t tell the obvious, I wanted to spell it out for her.
Her hands go to my shoulders and squeeze. I suck in a breath and my whole body tautens. She’s hugged me before, but nothing like this and I know I’m not going to survive not having her now, not when she’s offering herself to me. I can’t tell her no. I want to tell her that it’s more than friends with benefits, but I’m following her lead. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.
Her hand cups my jaw and her fingers stroke my beard softly. “Do you want to talk about this first?”
With her hands on me, I can’t even mutter a sound, let alone form a sentence. Her fingers drift from my beard to my mouth and she lightly strokes my lower lip. Her eyes are not on me, they’re on my mouth. Her pink tongue comes out, and she runs it along her lower lip like she’s imagining our kiss. I groan then, a guttural groan that has been building up the last month of having her near me and not being able to touch her.
I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for control and knowing it’s a losing battle. “Talk later,” I whisper to her.
She moves then and I grip on to her, not wanting her to leave me. But I shouldn’t have worried. She climbs across me, moving from the side so that she’s now straddling me. When she lowers her body down onto mine, my lower body jerks and I press up against her heated core.
She moves her hips and I know the friction of my jeans against her panty-clad pussy is pushing her to the edge with every push of her pelvis against my groin. When she moans, I capture the sound in my mouth. Our lips touching for the first time is like nothing I’ve ever imagined. I’ve dreamt about it, but nothing, not one bit of my imagination, prepared me for this. Deepening the kiss, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and hold her to me. She tastes sweet, just like I thought she would. She presses her breasts against my chest and her hard nipples graze against me, only our shirts separating us.
I clench on to the material and yank it up, not wanting to take my mouth off her, but still wanting to feel her naked body against mine. We pull at each other’s clothes until her naked breasts are grazing my chest. A burst of pleasure and need explodes inside me. I stand up with her in my arms, devouring her mouth and walking at the same time. I’ve often thought of her naked, her pussy spread wide, and that’s exactly how I plan to have her.