Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asks softly.
“Holding you.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to. Because it’s all I can think about. Because it’s my new favorite thing. Because I’m sitting this close to you and can’t not hold you.”
“You’re blurring the lines.” While she says the words, she doesn’t try to move away.
“Good.” I expect her to argue, but she surprises me when her body relaxes into mine. I run my fingers through her hair as we watch The Voice. For an entire hour, I hold her, and she lets me. It’s the perfect ending to my night, but then I remember our night isn’t over. I have something to ask her. When the show ends, she doesn’t move her body, but she peers up at me. “What now?”
“I was thinking I could steal a kiss.”
“Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Yes. I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.” Leaning down, I press my lips to the tip of her nose. Her breath hitches, so I lean in again. This time I press my lips to hers. It’s a soft caress, testing the waters. She moves to her knees to get closer, and I lift her hips so that she’s straddling my lap.
One hand grips her hip, and the other slides behind her neck, pulling into me as I deepen the kiss. She moans, and my cock swells at the throaty sound. She rocks her hips as she pulls out of the kiss.
“We shouldn’t.”
“We should,” I counter as my lips trail down her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving me full access to her. I drop my hands to her hips and guide her forward and then back again.
Her hands land on my shoulders. “W-What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you.” I lift my hips, this time on her forward motion, and her pussy glides over my hard cock. There are layers of clothes between us, but I know she can feel the friction from the sounds she’s emitting.
“Rush—”
“Tell me what you need, gorgeous.”
“I can’t. It’s wrong.”
“Nothing that ever happens between us is wrong. Tell me.”
“More. I need more.”
“Can I touch you?” I know she’s drawn a line in the sand, and I want to push her, but I don’t want to take advantage of her. She needs to tell me that this is okay before we take this further.
“Are we pretending?”
“No.” Fuck no. We are not pretending. I should never have gone along with that stupid role-play in the first place. This is real. We are as real as it gets.
“Rush—”
“Tell me I can touch you. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything you need.” Not just here tonight on her couch but in life. She’ll never be alone again. Not if I have anything to say about it.
“This is the last time. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Is that a yes?” I don’t reply to her comment because we will keep doing this. I’m going to show her that this is where she belongs. In my arms, in this town, in my life. Permanently.
“Yes.”
That’s all I need. When I stand with her in my arms, she squeals. I lay her down on the couch and kiss her hard. Tearing my lips away, I move to the waistband of her leggings and tug them off. I’m on my knees on the floor, peering up at her. Her chest is rapidly rising with each labored breath she pulls into her lungs.
She’s gorgeous.
After I finally have her free of her leggings and panties, I place one of her legs over each of my shoulders. “Rushton.” She doesn’t just say my name. She moans it.
“Hands on my head, baby. You’re going to want to hold on for this.” That’s all the warning I give her before I bury my head between her thighs and taste her. My tongue traces through her folds before finding her clit. I suck gently, and her back arches off the couch. I devour her with my mouth as if she’s my last meal. She squirms, and I know she needs more. Slowly, I push one long digit inside her.
“Yesss,” she hisses.
I pump once, twice, and three times before adding a second digit. Her legs tighten around my neck, and her hands pull on my hair to the point of pain, but it’s like gasoline to a fire. She’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
Curling my fingers inside her, I make a come-hither motion, and she calls out my name. My mouth is flooded with her release, and I take everything she gives me. I don’t stop until she’s limp in my arms. Just as slowly as I entered her, I remove my fingers and place a gentle kiss on her clit. She jolts at the contact, and I can’t hide my grin.
Kissing her inner thighs, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my tongue, I gently remove her legs from my shoulders and take my spot back on the couch, pulling her into my arms and dragging the blanket from the back of the couch over the top of her. We’re the only ones here, but I don’t want her to feel vulnerable or exposed.