Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
When our tongues met for the first time and I felt her moan softly into my mouth, I pulled her more firmly against my hips so she could feel how hard I was for her. Christ, I wanted her bad.
Her hand combed through my hair, tugging on it. I groaned and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, never breaking the kiss.
She pulled her mouth from mine, suddenly, her cheeks flushed and her breathing hard.
“Is this a pity thing?” she asked.
What the fuck? Did she think I could choose to set myself on fire for her because she was having a rough day?
“Does it feel like a pity thing?” I asked gruffly.
“No.”
I held her gaze, lifting the bottom of her shirt up a few inches to expose her stomach. She squirmed in response.
“Can I stand for this?” she asked softly. “I have rolls when I’m sitting.”
I shook my head. “I love your body. I fantasize about it constantly.”
Her eyes widened. “You do?”
I stepped back and unbuttoned my flannel shirt, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she watched me. I went slowly, unfastening one button at a time. When I finished, I dropped the shirt to the ground and her gaze wandered over my chest, shoulders, and arms.
“I didn’t think you’d have a hairy chest,” she said softly, running her fingertips over it. “But I like it.”
I burned for her in a way I’d never known. Her touch sent a current through my body, making me want to bury myself inside her.
“Let me see you,” I said, reaching for her shirt again.
She slid down from the counter and pulled her shirt up and over her head, her expression vulnerable when her eyes found mine again. My erection pressed uncomfortably against the fly of my jeans as I took her in, her breasts cupped by a simple cream-colored satin bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said softly. “Even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.”
Something flared in her eyes, a mixture of confidence and arousal. When I put my hands on her hips, on the edge of devouring her, she stopped me with a palm to my chest.
“Can we go to my bedroom?” she asked.
Hell yes we could. I took her hand and she led the way through the living room, down a short hallway, and then through the doorway of a darkened room, closing it behind us.
“I didn’t think I could feel good today,” she said, her voice so low it was almost inaudible. “You take away my sadness, though.”
Her warm breath danced against my chin and I took her in my arms, kissing her with all the pent-up desire I’d felt since that day at the doctor’s office. It was finally happening. My fantasies about being her first were coming true.
She unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down, and I did the same to hers. Then I walked her over to the bed.
“Get on your knees on the bed,” I whispered in her ear. “Don’t bend down, just get on your knees and face away from me.”
She did, and I could just make out her outline in the dim light of the room. God, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were big; probably D cups, and her ass was round and sexy. There wasn’t an inch of her I didn’t want to touch and taste.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed her neck, my erection pressing against her back. When I cupped her breasts, she moaned and arched back against me.
She was so fucking responsive. I was on the edge of losing my already limited self-control. When I slid my hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy through her panties, she inhaled sharply. It was all I could do not to push her panties down and fuck her from behind.
Not yet anyway. I slid the straps of her bra down to her shoulders and pushed the cups down, exposing her nipples. When I ran my fingertips around one of them, her moan was long and desperate.
I unfastened her bra and teased her nipples and breasts until she was panting, then slid my hand inside her panties and slowly slid a finger inside her. She squirmed, her body begging me to go further. I moved my hand back out, though, hungry for more of her desperation for me.
She turned then, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bed as she laid down on her back. This was fucking dangerous. I wanted to be inside her virgin pussy so bad my hands were shaking.
I kissed her and she ran her hands through my hair again, pulling on it as she gently bit my lip. I’d expected her to be tentative in bed, unsure of herself, but I was wrong. Shelby had always told me exactly what she’d wanted—it was one of my favorite things about her.