Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Your mom wouldn’t let you eat this? She sure tore up that steak when I was here last.”
Letty giggles. “She did. Mom says it’s just about staying healthy and maintaining her figure, but I think she has an irrational fear of getting fat.”
Her smile is almost affectionate, and I wonder what’s changed with her and Clara.
“You know she warned me to stay away from you.”
“Did she?” Her words don’t surprise me at all. Clara is a smart woman with a rich husband and as religious as it fucking gets. Of course, she doesn’t want her daughter tangled up with the likes of me.
“I wonder why,” I deadpan.
Letty points a fork filled with potato and cheese in my direction. “Not for the reason you might think. Not the bike or the tattoos.”
“No?”
Letty shakes her head. “Nope. She says you’re a bad boy destined to break my heart.”
Her words surprise a laugh out of me. “I don’t want to break your heart, Letty. Hell, I don’t want to hurt you at all. I just want you even though I shouldn’t.”
She lets out a shaky breath and sends me a wobbly smile.
“Exactly.”
Our gazes connect for a long, heated moment, and I know this thing between us is going to happen. It’s just a matter of when and where.
As if she can read my mind, Letty jumps up with her plate.
“Let’s take this to the media room and watch a movie while we eat.”
“Are you asking me to Netflix & chill?” I tease.
She laughs and smiles at me over her shoulder as I follow her down the hall. “I guess I am.”
I don’t know what fucking movie she picks because I can’t focus on anything with her sitting so close to me, smelling so damn good. She crosses her bare legs, and each time she reaches for her orange juice, her knee brushes against me.
Every move sends her scent wafting to my nostrils. She’s licking her goddamn lips, and all I can think of is those pink lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off until I can’t walk.
Letty sighs, and when my gaze lifts to hers, she looks upset.
“You don’t like the movie.”
I grin. “What movie?”
She laughs and bumps my shoulder with hers. “If I ask you something, will you promise not to laugh at me?”
I put my plate on the table in front of us, and she does the same. “I promise, unless it’s about archenemies.”
“It’s not.”
“Then I promise.”
“Okay.” She sighs and runs her hands through her hair, leaving it tumbling around her bare shoulders. “Will you like…uhm…will you kiss me again?”
Her words surprise me. “What?”
Letty nods and lets out another sigh, and I realize this one is to steel her nerves.
“Kiss me again. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your kisses, the one on the side of the house and the one up against your door. They were so hot, it has to be a fluke, right?”
“You’ve never been kissed by a man before?” The thought of that should have sent me running out through this mansion as fast as my legs could carry me. Instead, I freeze, and my cock grows harder by the second.
“Not like that. Have you?”
“No, sweetheart. I’ve never kissed a man like that.”
Letty slaps my shoulder playfully and says, “You know what I mean.”
This side of Letty is what makes me want her so bad. She’s so innocent. Pure. Too good for the likes of me.
“See? It has to be a fluke. Or something.”
I smile at her attempt at rationalization. “Who are you trying to convince?”
“Me,” she says with complete transparency.
“Where’s your housekeeper?” I don’t want her walking in on us.
“She won’t be back until tomorrow.”
“Good.” I grab Letty by the waist and slide her onto my lap, grateful for the oversized leather loungers in their fancy as fuck media room. Her warm center is right on top of the ridge of my cock, too many damn clothes between us.
I grab the back of her head with one hand and keep the other on her thigh, then I take her mouth with all the fire and longing we’ve been denying for weeks.
Our tongues clash immediately, and it’s an instant spark of fire and electricity everywhere. Her tongue slicks across my lips in slow, drugging moves like we have all the time in the world to explore this, whatever this is. When she slips back inside my mouth, my grip on her thigh tightens, and I take over the kiss, holding her exactly how I need her.
Letty moans, and her hips begin to move in a familiar motion, her pussy sliding up and down the length of my cock, so hot between her thighs she might set my jeans on fire. She moves faster, and my hand slides up her thigh an inch at a time until my fingertips are under the hem of her panties, and she moans again.