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)
She snorts. “Said no man ever.”
“I can’t have my way with you if you get plastered.”
A low whistle brings me around to face the guys again. “You got something to share with the class, boys?”
“Nope,” Preston says, choking back laughter. “It’s your birthday. Who am I to disillusion you?” He tips his beer toward me in a sign of cheers. “Keep living in fantasy land.”
Setting my beer down, I round the bar and grab Sadie by the hand before ushering her into the middle of the living room. “I’ve got an announcement to make,” I call out. The chatter dies down, and everyone’s attention turns to me. “This incredible, sexy, stubborn woman,” I say, pulling her snug against me, “is mine.”
Another one of my coworkers joins in on the ribbing. “How much have you had to drink, Levine?”
“Which Levine are you talking to?” Mandy speaks up, a grin on her face.
“The drunk dude who thinks he’s got a chance with Sadie.” More laughter, followed by more ribbing from the assholes I happen to call friends. But at some point, everyone realizes I’m being serious, and they go quiet again.
“I’m not kidding. She’s my girl, and now you all know it.”
Sadie’s eyes are huge and alight with the tiniest amount of irritation. I sense an argument on the rise. She’s either reverting into retreat-mode, or she’s about to give me grief. Before she can do either, I lift her over my shoulder and stride toward my bedroom.
“Ash! What are you doing? Put me down!”
“We’ve got some private celebrating to do.” My houseguests treat us to a tirade of catcalls as I disappear down the hall. We escape into my bedroom and shut the door amid more boisterous laughter.
“You are absolutely crazy,” she says as I set her on her feet.
“Crazy for you, Sawyer.”
The weeks of no touching, no kissing, no nothing but friends rise between us, and we crack under the weight of desire. We fly at each other, our mouths colliding as if destined to come together in this frenzied reunion. I’m starved for her, drugged by the insistent licks of her tongue against mine. She reaches between us and rubs me through my jeans, and I groan against her mouth.
My response spurs her on, and she unbuttons my pants and tears at the zipper, her movements jerky and desperate and raw with hunger.
Then she’s fisting my cock, and I’m the desperate one. Breaking our lip-lock, I glance down and watch her stroke my length.
Jesus, it’s been too long, and I’ve regressed into a pubescent boy experiencing his first hand job. I grab her wrist.
“Take it easy. You’re going to end this before it begins.”
“What makes you think you’re getting lucky?” Her expression is one-hundred percent sass. “I’m just playing with what’s mine, Ash.”
“Don’t deny you haven’t been eye-fucking me all night.”
“I won’t deny it. Still doesn’t mean you’re getting lucky.”
With a laugh, I slide my hands into her hair. “I’m already lucky. More lucky than the luckiest bastard on the planet.”
“Well, that’s true.”
Backing her toward my bed, I kiss a wet path up her neck until I reach the top of her jawline. “Time’s up, baby. I’m calling the shots, and I say you’re ready for your next lesson.”
“You sure about that?” Her voice is a seductive sigh in my ear.
“Oh, yeah.”
“What lesson do you have in mind?”
“The one where you give your virginity to the man who’s crazy in love with you.” I step back and gesture toward her dress. “Take it off.”
“You’re being bossy again. We’ll have to work on that.”
“I’m being practical. Clothing will only get in the way.”
“In the way of what?” She’s baiting me, one eyebrow raised as she unzips the red number that’s taunted me all night with its short length and cleavage-revealing front.
“In the way of your body and my hands.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.” She’s putting up a token fight, but with her next breath, she lets go of the dress and it pools around her feet. Next, the heels come off, and she’s standing in nothing but lingerie.
Sexy white lingerie. I take her in from the crown of her red hair to the pearly polish on her toenails. That shimmery hue matches her lacy undergarments to perfection. Her bra is sheer enough that I spy the dusty rose of her nipples. I lower my perusal and give her panties an appreciative eye.
Lace. Soft and pure, just like she is.
“Damn, Sawyer. I’m pretty sure it’s my birthday, and I’m pretty sure you wore that for me.”
Her cheeks go pink, and I know I’m right.
“I have one condition,” she says.
“Name it.”
“I don’t want anything between us. I’ve been on birth control since we started dating, and I trust you, Ash.”
I’m blown away by what she’s asking and completely humbled by it. The idea that I’ll be the first man to get inside of her, and that I’ll get to do it bareback, leaves me in awe.