Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
God, I want his cock inside me.
“I love watching you like this,” he says, burying his fingers clear to the knuckle. His touch is driving me higher, and I’m a few caresses away from coming.
“So close,” he says, a note of awe in his voice. He slows his pace to a maddening crawl, and I feel his fingers slip in and out of me in measured, wet strokes. He’s making a mess of my panties.
“My cock wants in here…” He cuts off with a hard swallow. “You’re so wet, Sadie. So tight. I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone.”
“Ashton—”
“Don’t bother arguing your reasons. Trust me, I’m well aware of them.” He withdraws his fingers, and my traitorous mouth lets my protest be known.
“Take off your panties,” he orders as he settles into the driver’s seat again.
I reach under my dress and pull at my thong. Refusing him doesn’t even cross my mind. In the darkness, I sense the weight of his stare as I work my panties down my thighs, past my trembling knees, and free of my stilettoed feet. I hand him the scrap of lace with jittery fingers.
And I stare at him in stunned silence as he brings the undergarment to his nose and inhales. Without another word, he shoves my panties into his pocket then turns the key in the ignition.
What the hell just happened?
Is he seriously going to walk into my parents’ house carrying my panties in his pocket?
Jesus. That’s exactly what he’s going to do.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Chapter Sixteen
Ashton
Sadie’s scent has taken over my sanity. It infuses my nose with a subtle vanilla and a hint of citrus. She smells good enough to eat, and I’m so inebriated that I’m not sure I should be driving. The rest of the short trip to her parents’ place passes in a blur. I don’t recall getting from A to B—from that spot on the side of the road, where the sensation of her sex clenching around my fingers dragged me into a frenzy of lust—to her parents’ massive house on the outskirts of the city.
I’m downright dizzy from the scent of her arousal, and I’ve never wanted her more. Continuing this charade with Sadie is going to be nothing but pure, bittersweet torture.
Several luxury sedans are parked in the circular driveway of her parent’s place, and I can’t help but wonder if Jake swung by Sadie’s apartment, thinking he could weasel back into her good graces, or if he actually listened when she told him she wasn’t going to this dinner with him.
I know my presence is going to be a surprise because I’m certain she didn’t tell her father she was bringing a date, let alone me.
He’s going to shit bricks, and I’d be lying if the thought of watching him go red in the face as he tries to hold on to his precious control doesn’t tempt my mouth into a devious grin.
There is no love lost between her father and me. Joseph Sawyer has always looked down his nose at Sadie’s friends, and that’s especially true of Mandy and me. I can handle his dislike, but his obvious disdain for my sister is another thing. Mandy is the sweetest, most kind-hearted person you’ll ever meet. Sure, she can be a royal pain sometimes, but her gentle spirit puts my womanizing reputation to shame.
I can’t even claim innocence. Lord knows I’ve had my fair share of women over the years. I eye Sadie from the corner of my eye. But this fiery redhead is changing everything, and she doesn’t even know it.
No…she doesn’t want to know it.
Killing the engine, I let a few moments of solitude pass before I swing the driver’s side door open. Those stolen seconds of quiet will probably be the last for a while. This dinner has disaster written all over it.
If I have my way, it’ll be far worse than I’m anticipating. I want to buy a front row seat to watch Sadie put an end to this bullshit, once and for all. She shouldn’t accept the way Jake treated her just to appease her father, and she shouldn’t give two fucks about Jake. But that’s Sadie for you—too kind-hearted for her own good sometimes.
I pull her door open and offer her my hand. As she slides her palm into mine, her large, jade eyes look a little jaded. She’s skeptical of how tonight is going to end, and I can’t blame her. I meant every word when I said I’d punish her if she doesn’t have a good heart-to-heart with her old man. She’s not in high school anymore, and if she wants to continue to act like it, then I’m happy to punish her ass like the bratty, stubborn girl she is.
The bratty, stubborn, infuriatingly sexy girl I’m falling hard for.