Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
He’s still cupping my cheek with his other hand, and he brushes his thumb along the edge of my jaw. “Fuck, Snowflake, you’re everything I’d hoped you’d be.”
“Why are you stopping then?” My chest heaves, breaths coming fast and shallow. I’m light-headed and worked up.
“I like you,” he says softly.
“Uh, yeah, that kiss told me that.”
He smiles, his tongue sweeping out to wet his bottom lip. “I have a bad habit of rushing into things, and I’d like to try to break it with you.”
“Huh?” I’m so confused.
His grin turns wry. “I want to get to know you before I try to get into your pants.”
“Oh.” I don’t know what to say to that. I’ve spent most of my life avoiding relationships because bringing someone home to meet my family is on par with playing chicken with a guardless circular saw. But I did have one long-term boyfriend in high school. He wasn’t the best choice, but high school is mostly about making mistakes and hopefully learning from them.
“Can I pick you up tomorrow?” BJ asks.
“I’ll probably come straight from Boones to the arena,” I say.
“Okay. Can I pick you up from Boones?” His thumb is still sweeping along the edge of my jaw.
“It’s a ten-minute bike ride, tops.”
“I’d still like to pick you up.”
“Can we make out in your Jeep if I say yes?”
He grins. “We could.”
“Yeah. Okay.” I fight a smile of my own. “You can pick me up tomorrow.”
“Excellent. Let me help get your bike off the roof rack.” He hops out of the Jeep.
I blow out a breath. Based on the throb between my legs, I’ll need to take care of my situation when I get home—which is a hell of a lot easier now that I have a bedroom with a door. By the time I peel myself out of the passenger seat, BJ has already unclipped my bike, dropped the kickstand at the front of the Jeep, and circled around the back to get my hockey bag.
“We don’t need to strap it to the bike. It’s light and I can carry it,” I say as I close the passenger door.
“Okay.” He sets it on the ground.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or say now. Mostly I want to suction my mouth back to his and feel his hands on me again. But I don’t want to seem desperate.
It’s darker now, the sun having set. The only streetlights are at the end of the road, between the Kingstons’ and Winslows’ driveways. Their properties are also gated.
BJ tucks a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, his eyes dropping to my mouth. “Can I kiss you good night?”
Looks like I’m not the only one stuck on the idea of making out. “Are you going to tell me a long-winded story that doesn’t have an ending first?” God, I’m so salty.
He chuckles. “You’re turning into my favorite person real fast.” He leans in to brush his lips over mine.
I slide my hands up his chest and curve a palm around the back of his neck. I’m fairly tall for a girl, but BJ is well over six feet, so I have to tip my head back. And just like the first time, it starts off slow and gentle, but quickly turns into a tangle of tongues. I find myself pressed against the side of the Jeep.
One of his hands slides into the hair at the nape of my neck, and the other eases down my side until it reaches the hem of my shirt, slipping under the fabric to skim my waist. I press my hips into his, feeling the hard length of him against my stomach. I moan into his mouth, wishing for friction, for anything to ease the ache building between my thighs. A kiss shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t make me feel like this, but here I am, turning into a wanton, needy mess.
I hook one of my legs around his and shift until it settles between mine. I roll my hips, moaning at the delicious friction and the feel of his erection against my hip. I let one hand drift down his arm and move the hand resting on my waist over my ribs until his fingers reach the underside of my sports bra. I push it up until my breast pops out and move his hand to cup it.
He breaks the kiss. “This feels like the opposite of taking things slow.”
“I never said anything about taking it slow. That’s all you.”
He chuckles, but this time it’s a dark sound that sends a thrill rushing through me. He sucks my bottom lip and sweeps a thumb over my nipple.
I moan and arch into the touch.
He rolls the tight peak between his thumb and finger.
“Oh fuck.” I shamelessly grind on his leg, looking for more friction.