Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I mean it,” I said. “It’s just…” I hesitated, shaking my head and dropping my eyes.
Brad gently tilted my chin up, forcing me to look up at him. “It’s just what?”
I blew out a breath. It’s not like I’d ever hidden anything from Brad before, so why start now?
“I’ve never been kissed the way you kiss me,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing. It was even more mortifying when I said it out loud.
“Never?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “Never.”
It wasn’t a lie or an exaggeration either. Brad’s kiss was electric and consuming, sending jolts of need throughout my entire body. It was a kiss I could lose myself in and one I could find myself in just as easily. It was a kiss I knew would never be matched or beat.
Brad smoothed his hand over my cheek, tucking back some stray stands that had fallen over my face. “What else have you missed out on?” he asked.
I swallowed hard. He’d read the text Dennis had sent moments before Brad had launched into my favorite song. He’d seen what he wrote about what I wanted in bed. Was that what Brad was asking me now? Did he want to know what I’d wanted?
“It’s fine,” I said.
“What’s fine?”
“The things I’ve missed out on,” I answered. “I get it. I’m cute. I’m quirky. I’m the artist nerd who will never be viewed as sexy. I’m not the woman men lose their minds for. Dennis told me all the time—”
Brad shifted, sliding his fingers between mine and tugging me through the crowds of people still enjoying the party.
“We don’t have to go,” I said, doing my best to keep up with his pace. “We don’t need to unpack my past. Let’s stay. You’ve barely spoken to Ezra and Ava all night!”
“This is more important,” he said, barely glancing over his shoulder as he hurried us out of the ballroom and into the elevator.
“Brad,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s fine. Really. I promise. I’m fine.”
He visibly swallowed, then hustled me out of the elevator and into our room before he locked the door behind us.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my heart racing, anticipation flaring through my veins. Brad didn’t look like he’d dragged me in here to talk about my past and eat ice cream. He looked…God, what was that look?
“If you’ll let me,” he said, his tone rough as he loosened his tie with one hand, taking a deliberate step toward me before tossing it on the little table by the bed. “I’m going to show you just how fucking wrong he was.”
Heat flushed every inch of my body.
“How?” I breathed the question.
“I’ll fuck away every single negative thought he put in your mind.”
My lips parted open, a thrill rushing through me at his words. He was practically prowling the distance between us now, and I retreated, not out of fear, but out of the sheer need for him to keep talking like that.
My back hit the wall, and he stopped in front of me, leaning an arm on either side of my face. I had to tip my head back to meet his gaze, and it did things to my body. Those blue-gray eyes were molten and hungry and…damn, I’d never had anyone look at me the way Brad was looking at me now. It was like he wanted to devour me.
“You…” I couldn’t find my voice. “You don’t mean that,” I said. “You don’t want me like that.”
He couldn’t. We’d never crossed that line before, but we’d never kissed like we had before either.
“Luna,” he growled my name, dropping a hand and grabbing mine. He tugged it down and between us, settling right over something very hard and very large. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?”
I gasped at the contact, at the forbidden territory, at the fact that he was rock hard when we’d only shared a quick kiss.
Desire flooded my veins, a need aching in my core.
He released my hand, and took up the lean against the wall again, caging me in as he looked down at me.
I didn’t pull away. My heart thrummed in my chest, adrenaline making my breath short. I felt like I was about to step out of a plane and free-fall.
“You want me?” I asked, squeezing him over his pants.
“Fuck,” he groaned, stepping closer into my touch. “Yes.”
I dragged my hand over his length again, my mouth going dry at how much of him there was. I tried to get my voice to work, to ask the question I needed to—was this part of role playing fun or something more?
It had to be part of the role playing we were doing. Just an added bonus of the game. And that was fair, that was fine. I trusted Brad more than I trusted anyone. And if crossing this line with him felt even a fraction as good as his kiss, I’d be an absolute idiot to pass on the experience.