Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
A growl of need rumbles from him and then his lips crash to mine. Not sweet or soft now. Hungry. No, starved. He kisses me like he wants to eat me alive. Each lash of his slick tongue against mine makes me grow dizzy and weak. He nips at my bottom lip here and there before sucking away the sting each time.
I’m kissing Dempsey Park.
Not just kissing but making out with him.
His lips leave mine, despite my pleading whine, and then he’s trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along my cheek to my jaw. When his mouth latches on to my neck just under my ear, I nearly cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. I ache—everywhere—for him and wonder what he’d do if I straddled his lap to get closer. I’m heavily considering doing just that when I hear Kaden yelling.
I jerk away from Dempsey and he simply relaxes against the swing, smirking at me. I smooth my hair and wipe away the wetness on my face just as Kaden’s head pops through the back door.
“Food’s here!”
We’re both still panting from our wicked appetizer of a kiss. What would a whole evening of kisses feel like with him?
Sinful. Delicious. Addictive.
He reaches over and grips my chin between his finger and thumb. Hooded eyes drop to my mouth before he flashes me a sexy grin. “We’re going to do this again.”
I mirror his smile. “We damn well better.”
Yup, I’m going to hell.
Right now, I don’t give a damn because that kiss was heaven.
Dempsey
We kissed.
I still can’t get over it. Her lips on mine felt surreal. A fever dream come true. It didn’t last long, but that kiss was everything to me.
It’s been days since that moment on her back porch.
Each night, I’ve shamelessly stroked my cock to the memory. Her soft breaths of appreciation, how fucking cute she looked in her cozy outfit, the sweet taste of caramel on her tongue.
I’d expected to be pushed away, especially after how shell-shocked she was during dinner after, but she hasn’t. We’ve been texting and I even brought her coffee each morning to surprise her. Tonight, I’ll actually get to see her for Mom’s birthday shindig.
Will I get to kiss her again?
The thought of having her in my arms once more has me willingly dressed in charcoal dress slacks and a black button-down. Since it’s a fancy, catered event at my uncle’s lodge, we’re all expected to dress nice. Knowing Sloane will be there, I’m motivated to look good for a totally different reason.
I’ve been aching to text her more than the friendly correspondence we’ve been having. I want to tell her the kiss was pure fucking magic for me. I’m smart enough, though, to know Sloane is skittish like an alley cat. If I come on too strong, she’ll pull out the claws of her stupid morality and that’ll be the end of it.
Tonight will be especially tricky. With Mom here, I have a feeling Sloane won’t be so cozy with me. We both have our roles to play. In time, however, I’m going to wear that woman down. The chemistry between us is fire and I’ll be damned if I let it fizzle out.
“Waiting for Cinderella to show up at the ball?” Spencer teases as he sidles up next to me.
I shoot him a smirk. “Maybe I’m looking for Prince Charming.”
He laughs, but I know I have his mind twisting and turning. It’s not like he’s ever seen me go after a woman or a guy before. In our family, you never know. I mean, he’s in a relationship where he shares his stepsister with his dad. My other brother knocked up his student and then married her. And my reclusive brother? He found himself a man—his therapist of all people—to fall in love with. Hell, even my dad went and got weird way before all this when he stole my brother’s girlfriend and made her his wife.
Our family doesn’t exactly follow the typical route when love is involved.
Aubrey, Spencer’s stepsister, sashays over to us, a deviant grin on her face. She’s pregnant and will give birth before we know it. That’ll make three babies in the past year to have joined the Park family.
As Spencer and Aubrey flirt, my thoughts turn dark. What if I’m just getting way ahead of myself with Sloane? I’ve fantasized about her for so long. I’m completely, madly in love with her. But she’s barely acknowledged me as a man until very recently. We’ve shared one kiss. Where I’m at a level ten with my adoration for her, she’s at a one or two at best.
I’m going to have to make quick work on getting her on the same page as me.
“Dempsey,” Gemma calls out, waving me over to the massive buffet table that’s covered in appetizers. “Look at this ice sculpture.”