Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
The heat that tells me she’s burning up.
Her body’s as much of a furnace as mine, sweltering endlessly, ready for our future.
“Did you mean what you said?” she whispers. “In the text?”
I lower my voice, but there’s still a growl in it, a primal note. “Yes. I did. If you want that.”
“I do,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder again, all skittish. “I… well, the truth is…”
“What?” I ask, wondering how long this can last, this closeness before somebody interrupts.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I take another step, closing the distance she opened.
She has nowhere else to go, almost pressed up against the counter. The window looks out on the edge of the yard. The shape of the house means only a few people can see in here, and they’re all looking away, but it’s still a crazy risk.
How close we are. I’m balancing on the edge and prepared to claim her right here.
“It does,” I snarl.
She tosses her head, looking up at me, suddenly sassy. “You know how crazy you’re making me.”
I smirk. “You always say that.”
“I always type it. This is different.”
“I know.” I sigh heavily as my cock pushes firmly against my pants. “It’s so much harder.”
“I had a crush on you,” she says softly, mirroring my sigh as though the confession costs her a lot. “When I was a kid, and now….”
“I’m not interested in what you felt like as a kid,” I growl. “But if you’re still crushing on me now, right back at you.”
She giggles. Her laughter is gorgeous, just as I guessed it would be, drawing me closer.
“Somehow, I can’t imagine you having a crush.”
“Is it a crush if you’re my girlfriend?”
She raises her hand. I think she means to wave it as though to dismiss my comment, but there isn’t enough space between us.
The portion of the yard behind us is free from witnesses.
I can’t hear anybody in the hallway behind us.
Her hand is on my chest. She meets my eyes and squeezes down as unstoppable heat spreads across my tensed muscles.
Her touch feels like it belongs there, and already the beast part of me is imagining how she’d feel wrapped around my heaving cock.
“Sorry,” she whimpers, moving to withdraw her hand.
I reach up, pressing my hand against hers. She makes a soft moaning sound, and I know she can feel it too, our bodies roaring out for each other.
More seed floods into my manhood.
Ignoring the sounds of the party, ignoring the fact this is the riskiest thing I could possibly do, ignoring the promise we made to act normal, I lean in.
I guide my lips toward hers.
I can’t stop.
Not with her hot palm pushed against me, her touch melting through my shirt, making my chest hot. Her perfect curvy body is right there, irresistible.
“Damien,” she whispers.
This is wrong, her eyes blaze, as our noses touch, our lips so close I can feel her frantic breath.
“I know,” I growl in return, and then I kiss her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Danielle
His lips are warm, rough, and the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
He snarls through the kiss like he can’t contain all his passion. I feel it flaring up inside of him, sense it in the way hands eagerly seek out my hips, squeezing on and pulling me closer to him.
My arms rise around his shoulders without me even telling them to.
I hold on to him, and for a few blissful seconds, I forget about the party. I forget about my guilt and my obligation to my Dad.
I forget everything except for the feeling of him pushing against me, his rock-hard muscles, his hands sinking deeper into my hips as we kiss.
Our tongues rub together, and warm tingles dance over my mouth.
My body is a war zone of desire, my sex already soaked, my nipples rubbing against his body, through the dress and my bra, sensitive and ready.
I’m not sure who ends it.
All I know is we’re moving away from each other, both of us gasping and knowing that’s the silliest risk we could ever have taken.
Without discussing it, I look behind me, out the window. I breathe long and hard and with way too much relief when I see nobody is watching.
When I turn back, Damien’s looking down the empty hallway.
He moves back to me but keeps about a foot between us, his jaw clenched. He smirks, but then it shifts, his lips are trembling like he’s on the verge of kissing me a second time.
“You have no idea how badly I want to do that again,” he growls.
“Me too, but –”
“Here you are.”
Dad comes walking up the hallway into the kitchen. My first impulse is to turn and run, sprint for the window, and freaking throw myself right out of it just to get away from this situation.
I can still taste Damien on my lips, the passion of him, the hunger flaring up through his firm, muscled body. Phantom hands grip my hips, reminding me of how perfect he felt.