Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I know we’re not going to be able to keep our hands off one another.
She pulls away softly and stares into my eyes. “Let’s go inside,” she whispers before giving me another soft kiss.
I feel her hand slide into mine and her slim fingers entwine with my big ones. Her hand is so small. So delicate compared to mine. I feel like I’m holding a little bird.
“I could go for a drink,” she says as she heads for the door. I follow her, wondering if this is real. My whole life has felt surreal since I first saw her.
Maybe Maddock put me in a coma and I’m lying in some hospital hallucinating all this.
But it’s too real to be a hallucination.
The sweet smell of her perfume on the breeze, the bounce of her ponytail, the soft feel of her skin. It’s all wonderfully real.
We head inside and kiss a little more in the foyer before making our way into the kitchen.
“What do you have?” Jane asks as she opens the refrigerator and peers inside. I love that she already feels at home. I don’t want her to leave. I want to wake up to her every morning.
I sit on a stool on the opposite side of the island and watch my girl. My eyes drop to her beautiful ass as she bends over and looks in the back.
“Beer,” she says as she reaches in and grabs two bottles. “Perfect.”
I can’t help but smile as she closes the fridge with her hip and places the bottles on the island between us.
“Do you have a bottle opener?” she asks as she opens a random drawer.
“I got it,” I say as I twist the tops off.
Her eyes widen and then she laughs. “Those weren’t twist-offs.”
“All beer bottles are twist-offs to me.”
She shakes her head while smiling at me in amazement. “What’s it like being so strong?”
“Convenient,” I say with a grin. “I only do one trip while I’m emptying groceries out of the car. No matter how big the load is.”
She stares at me in awe. “Wow. I’m so jealous.”
I love talking to her. I don’t think I’d ever get bored of hearing her voice.
I’m not usually a talker. I’ve built up walls to everyone, but she simply stepped over them like she didn’t even realize they were there. I don’t remember the last person I’ve felt this comfortable with. This safe with.
When you find someone like that, you have to cherish them forever.
“What’s it like being so beautiful?” I ask.
She grins at me and then takes a sip of her beer. “I get to flirt with the hottest hockey player in the league.”
“Sebastian?”
She rolls her eyes. “No. You.”
“There are plenty more handsome guys than me.”
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” she says as she lowers her bottle onto the island and comes walking over, swaying those beautiful hips.
I suck in a deep breath as she walks between my legs and strokes my cheek. Her intoxicating smell fills my lungs and that fire that’s been simmering in my chest is back to roaring.
I need to taste her.
Now.
She yelps in surprise as I grab her hips and easily lift her onto the island.
The smiles are gone as we stare at each other with heated looks. The air charges with lust. She licks her lips.
“What’s on your mind, Mr. McKinstry?” she asks in a husky throaty voice.
“You. Always you.”
I run my hands up the sides of her thighs and slide them under her dress.
“Oh my,” she whispers as she leans back, grabbing the edge of the granite island.
I dip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and begin to pull them down.
Her chest starts moving up and down faster as the rate of her breathing increases. The lustful look on her face makes my hard cock ache.
I slide her panties off the rest of the way and stuff them into the inside pocket of my jacket. I’m keeping these. She’ll never get them back.
I turn my attention back to her body. I can barely breathe knowing there’s nothing covering her juicy cunt besides the bottom of her dress that’s already hiked up over her knees.
I grab a hold of it and she makes a sexy whimpering sound.
“Do you want me to look?” I ask her in a low throaty voice.
She nods her head, the pure innocence in her blue eyes contrasting wildly with the sensual erotic moment.
I take in a deep breath, preparing myself, and then I slowly pull her dress up. She shivers as her beautiful pussy comes into view.
My knees waver, but I stay rooted to the spot, staring at her perfect pink pussy in awe.
She’s already wet. Her soft folds are glistening. Her cunt is ready for me. Ready for me to taste it. To touch it. To claim it.
My eyes flit up to hers. She’s staring at me with a mix of arousal and insecurity. Of need and shyness.