Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 162369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 812(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 812(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I feel it in my hand, vibrating off her chest and traveling up my arm.
She tilts her face up toward mine. “I’ve always felt it around you, even when I was little. What do you think it is?”
I’ve always wondered what that weird feeling is. Now, I’m not sure if I’m relieved or scared that she feels it, too. “I don’t know.”
“I like it,” she breathes, making my heart race faster. “It makes me feel alive.”
I drag my hand up to her throat and let it rest there, feeling her pulse tap against my palm. It spurs a bittersweet ache in my chest.
I’ve been in love with the dead for so long, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be with the living.
And Penny is so achingly, beautifully alive—her body warm in my arms, her breath against my neck, her desire for me igniting tiny sparks in every fiber of my being like fireflies. My body is thrumming, awakening, remembering what it feels like to lose myself in someone else.
Penny makes me believe I could be lucky enough to have that again.
She lifts her arm, extending it backward to cup the back of my neck. Her fingernails graze the base of my scalp, sending goose bumps down my spine.
“Can I kiss you?” she murmurs.
I move my hand down to the tantalizing curve of her hip. “That’s a bad idea, little darlin’.”
“Then you kiss me.”
My lips find their way to her exposed neck. I grin against her soft flesh.
“Who’s my little smart-ass?”
“Me.” She arches back against me, pressing her ass against me through our clothes. Blood surges to my cock like a stampede.
“Damn right, you are.”
I nip at her neck and the little gasp she lets out nearly undoes me.
Glancing back toward the tents, I say, “I don’t think we should be doing this…”
“Let’s not think. That’s all I do; think about you, what we can’t do, or we don’t have. Tonight, can’t we just live?”
She grabs my hand at her waist and slowly guides it down over her stomach, then inches down farther.
Swallowing hard, I force myself to freeze our hands. “Penny…”
“I want you to touch me.” Her voice has suddenly shed its innocence, adopting a sultry lilt that stirs an odd familiarity inside me.
“I can’t.” But I want to so fucking bad.
“Please, Alex,” she begs, reaching for the hem of her dress. I can’t tear my gaze from the beautiful, smooth skin slowly being bared to me as she lifts her skirt up to her hips. The sight of her pink lace panties makes my cock press harder against her ass.
“You’re fucking killing me.” I don’t think she has any idea she’s playing with a fire that’s been dormant for way too long. I should get a medal for this level of restraint.
“Don’t say that. I just want to be with you. I need you.”
As respectful as I want to be, I’m still a guy who hasn't had sex in almost nineteen fucking years. There’s only so much temptation I can take.
My resistance crumbles like a stale cookie.
“Touch yourself,” I whisper against her ear. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
The breeze caresses us like warm silk as she pushes her panties down to her knees then bends her leg, catching the fabric with her toes and slowly dragging the panties down to her ankles. With a little kick, she flicks the lace thong off to the side.
Her long, toned legs stretch out next to mine, flesh against denim, as she slowly moves her hand to the apex of her thighs. Torturous envy fills me when her fingers tiptoe through the triangular patch of ginger curls. My chest rises and falls against her spine, every breath filled with a battle of desire and guilt. I watch her thin fingers skim over her flesh, then disappear between her folds.
My cock swells and strains against my jeans, aching for her.
She’s awoken the man in me that isn’t morally perfect and polite.
I move my lips over her neck, grazing her with my teeth until I reach the curve of her ear. “How does that sweet pussy feel, baby?” I whisper with a low growl.
She sucks in a surprised breath. Her nails dig into the back of my skull. Her thighs tighten around her hand. A low moan drifts from her lips when my hand travels from her hip to cup her breast.
My entire body buzzes with intense want.
Turned-on Penny is way too tempting.
“It feels so good…” she whimpers. The sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet flesh drives me wild. I’d kill to sink my fingers into her, feel her hot and wet and tight around me.
I never thought I’d want another woman again. I never thought I’d be falling in love with another woman again.