Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I took a swing at his head, but the idiot ducked and I missed. Next I tried kneeing him in the balls, but he seemed to be anticipating my every move, so I missed that one as well. “Dammit.” I pounded my fists against his chest in frustration until he grabbed both my arms and held them behind my back. This only served to bring us into closer contact, smashing my breasts against his well-defined chest.
I’d never been this close to him, and with all that was going on I was caught in a whirlwind. My emotions were running the gamut from anger to frustration to self-pity. Now add a healthy dose of lust to the mix and you had a recipe for disaster. Not now. I tried talking my body down, but it was no use, already I could feel the liquid pooling between my thighs. Please don’t let me embarrass myself.
I fought hard to hold onto my composure even as I felt my face go up in flames. Struggling only made things worse as it rubbed all my pertinent parts against his and I so did not need to feel his bulge pressing against my sweet spot at this very moment. While there was a fire of another kind blazing down below, we were both breathing hard and shooting daggers at each other with our eyes.
From the look in his eyes I could tell he was spitting mad, that’s why I was so unprepared for what happened next, talk about combustion. It was everything I’d always imagined and so much more. I don’t think I remembered how to breathe for the first minute or so, while his mouth devoured mine.
Everything stopped, except for the sudden ringing in my ears and the slow molasses feel of my blood as it moved through my veins. I should be pulling away, but somehow I couldn’t. It wasn’t that easy to turn away from the one thing you’ve wanted most for such a long time. It was like locking a drunk in a distillery and expecting him not to drink.
I’m not sure who moved towards whom, but that first feel of his lips against mine will stay with me for a lifetime. We were both like starving animals the way we attacked each other. No one had ever kissed me like that, except him that long ago day in this very kitchen; my body had never felt so out of control. I think if he’d taken me then and there on his kitchen floor I would’ve let him.
Chapter 4
GRANT
Well you’ve gone and done it now haven’t you-you idiot. It’s too soon; she needs time. Even my little pep talk wasn’t enough to make me release her lips. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. I was only trying to shut her up, and now I had her pinned against the wall with one leg between hers, her feminine heat searing me through her clothes and mine, as our mouths danced together.
I inhaled her taste, like heaven. And the feel of her in my arms, the way it overshadowed all that had been there before? My survival instinct was screaming at me to pull away, I knew what this could mean, knew where this might lead. And yet, I stayed there, glued to her, my arms going around her, holding her even closer. It was the wrong place and time, but none of that seemed to matter.
I pressed her ass down hard so that she was essentially riding my thigh, before it became too much and I shifted us so that she was now caught on the bulge in my slacks. We both groaned out loud at the contact, before I took my knee away and just rested my full length against her. “Tell me to stop.” I took my mouth away long enough to plead with her for both our sakes.
“For fuck sake Camille, tell me to stop.” Her eyes had that glazed over look women get when they want a man inside them; it only made shit worse. Instead of the refusal I had asked for, she pulled my head back down to hers and went in search of my tongue. I gave it to her, letting her suck on it until I missed the taste of hers in my mouth.
When I lifted her and her legs went around me I knew for sure where this was going, but was powerless to pull back. In the hallway leading to the stairs I could’ve stopped. At the head of the stairs, before I made the turn for the bedroom and the king sized bed there I could’ve turned back, head to safety. But I didn’t, instead I carried her to the bed and laid her down the way I had imagined doing a million times over the years.