Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Pleasure shoots through me. I can’t take my gaze off his face. The way his teeth are digging into his bottom lip. The way he sucks in a breath when he feels how wet I am.
“Has anyone ever made you come before?” The question is hoarse. Strangled.
“No,” I say honestly.
I feel his fingers tremble against my heated flesh.
“Anyone ever gone down on you?”
“No.”
So fucking pure.
I suddenly hear Lawson’s mocking voice in my head, and for some reason it evokes a twinge of resentment. I’m not pure. Or at least, I don’t want to be. I’m tired of being the fragile piece of china everyone is so afraid to break that they resist from touching altogether. Fenn resisted doing this for months, and the reminder emboldens me.
I spread my legs wider.
His choked expletive echoes in the room.
“Do something,” I say.
An impish gleam lights his eyes, invoking memories of the Fenn I fell for. The guy who was always armed with a quip and a smile. The sight makes me soften, breathe easier, and I know he notices because his features soften too.
Then he licks his lips and brings them between my legs.
I jolt when he makes contact, gasping with pleasure. Oh my God. This is…
This is…
My brain short-circuits. I’m incapable of forming thoughts. I lose myself in the heat of his mouth against my aching core. My eyelids flutter closed and breathing becomes labored. I start rocking my hips, and Fenn moans, the sound vibrating like a cascade of notes across my body.
There’s nothing tentative about his movements. My nails bite into his shoulders as he explores me with his mouth. Licking. Tasting. When he sucks gently on my clit, another shudder overtakes me. This time I give in to it, shaking on the bed while Fenn brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, Case,” he whispers before slicking his tongue over my clit. Teasing. “Let yourself go.”
So I do, welcoming the sweet oblivion of orgasm. The electricity firing across every nerve ending as pure bliss consumes my entire body.
But the peace is temporary. It begins to be subside even before he’s placed a last delicate kiss to my sated flesh. Reality creeps in, forever determined to remind me there’s no silence too permanent to make me forget what Fenn did.
When my eyes open, I push him away and scramble to sit up.
His brow furrows. “Are you okay?”
I swallow a few times. “That shouldn’t have happened. I have to go.”
Without looking at him, I find my underwear and his sweatpants, slipping them both on.
“You can’t leave,” he insists, but his voice is thick with unhappiness because he knows I’m already gone.
“I’ll be fine.” Eventually.
“At least let me drive you.”
“I’ll walk. It’s not far,” I remind him when he tries to object.
“You don’t have shoes.”
Shit. He’s right. And there’s no way I can fit into any of his and trudge ten minutes through the woods.
He gets to his feet, raking both hands through his hair. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”
Since I don’t have much of a choice, I allow him to drop me off, sliding out of the car five minutes later with a muttered, “Thanks.” My guard is back up, and not even the memory of how good he just made me feel can penetrate the shield around my heart.
“Good night,” he says gruffly.
I close the door and hurry up the front path. Then stop in a comical skid when I realize I have no way to explain my appearance to Dad. I left the house in yoga pants and an oversized sweater. Spent the evening in a tight top and jeans. And returned home in a guy’s shirt and sweatpants.
Fuck.
I start to panic, until I remember I told Dad I was spending the night at Jazmine’s. That means he’s already in bed. Probably took a sleeping pill too, which he’s been prone to do lately. As long as the dogs don’t go berserk, I should be able to creep in and upstairs without notice.
Luck is on my side. It’s nearly two a.m. and both dogs are passed out cold. Bo cranks one eye open when I tiptoe past him. After he confirms it’s me, he goes back to sleep. From her dog bed in the living room, Penny is snoring obliviously.
At the top of the stairs, I almost slam into RJ, both of us hissing in surprise.
We’re like two burglars trying to rob the same house, only he got here first and is already escaping with the loot. I take in his rumpled hair and inside-out shirt, then lower my gaze to his fly, which is unzipped. Classy. I hope Sloane wasn’t too busy banging her boyfriend that she forgot to feed my rabbit. When I texted her from the party earlier, pretending to be at Jaz’s dorm, she promised she’d take care of Silver.