Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She nods and then pulls back to drink her martini. “Yeah, I’m good.” She gestures to Sheila’s retreating back. “Who’s that?”
“Uh, her name is Sheila.”
She nods and finishes off her drink. “She’s pretty… if you wanted to spend some time with her—”
I cut her off. “First of all, you’re the most beautiful woman here, honey, and I think I already mentioned this to you, but you’re the only woman I want to spend time with.”
She’s searching my eyes and then tugs me to the dance floor. “Will you dance with me, Dom?”
“Yes.”
I lead her to the dance floor, and this time it’s different. Her body melts into mine. She doesn’t hold herself away; if anything, she burrows into me. Neither one of us says anything, and I could stay like this for the rest of the night.
We dance a few more dances, we sit through the speeches surrounded by my family, and I revel in seeing Lucy fitting right in with my sister and sisters-in-law. Hours later, when we go to leave, Lucy is smiling, lightly inebriated, and giggling the whole way to my truck.
Our fingers are threaded together, and she has her other hand wrapped around my arm, leaning into me. I know she’s had a few drinks, but it’s nice to see her so relaxed and happy.
I help her into my truck and then try to calm my racing heart as I walk around and get in. I’m about to start the ignition when she puts a hand on mine. “Dom.”
Her voice is husky, and I look at her. Hell, she doesn’t have to say a thing. She does nothing to hide the desire in her eyes, and I know what she wants from me.
“Lucy,” I answer her.
She reaches for the console and puts it up and slides closer to me. My breathing picks up as her hands slide up my chest and loop around my neck.
“I want to kiss you, Lucy. Are you going to let me?”
She leans in. “I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
I put my hand around her neck, and her pulse is beating under my palm. I tighten my hold, and she groans. I move in, and our lips are inches apart. I’m doing my best to take it slowly, but the need to possess her lips is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I smooth my thumb over her lips, and she whimpers, “Please.”
I can’t hold back, and I mold my lips to hers. The kiss is all-consuming. I tilt her head to the side and deepen it. She slides closer to me, pressing her body to mine. My cock is hard, pressed against the zipper of my dress pants, and I’m about to burst at the seams.
I break off the kiss, and we’re both panting. She’s searching my eyes. “Dom, please?”
I know what she needs… what she wants from me. I look into her pleading eyes as I slide my hand up her knee and along her inner thigh. She widens her legs, throwing her head back against the seat. I press a finger to her panty-clad pussy, and she moans, lifting her hips. I stroke her through her panties, and she puts her hands on my shoulders. “Please.”
“Let me make you come, Lucky.”
She opens her legs wider. “Yessssss,” she moans.
I would give anything to have her laid out on a bed right now, but this is going to have to work. I slide her panties to the side and run my finger through her wet, swollen folds.
She squeezes my arm and lifts up, needing more.
I pump my finger in and out of her, and she contracts around me.
“You feel so good, Lucy.”
She moans as I press a finger to her swollen clit and circle it. She’s pulsating all around me as she pulls and pushes at me, but I don’t stop. I apply more pressure and put my complete focus on taking her over the edge.
She whimpers my name, and then her orgasm hits her until she’s writhing against me. Her release makes her pliant in my arms. She reaches for me, pressing her hand to my waist. When it starts to slide down, I stop her, and it’s the fucking hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. “I should get you home.”
She’s silent, and then she pulls back, tugging the skirt of her dress down to cover her thighs. I know I should explain to her, fuckin’ say something, but I’m barely hanging on here.
As I move to my seat, she puts the console down, and it’s like she’s putting a wall between us. I pull through the parking garage and then drive us back into Whiskey Run. My heart is racing, and I try to get my shit together. It’s not until I’m pulling onto the road where her mom lives that I finally break the silence. “You okay?”