Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 137119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“For what I’ve got planned, you’re gonna be on the bed,” he murmured, yanking my naked body to his.
I let out a gasp as our bare skin touched and a very obvious part of him pressed into me.
“Well, for the first time, at least,” he continued, eyes dark. “Once you’re ready, I’ll educate you on the many places that aren’t a bed that I can fuck you on.”
My pussy clenched at the promise. At the need for him to make good on it. And he would. He was a man who kept his promises, after all.
“Well, for what I’ve got planned, I’ve got to be right about,” I trailed my fingers down his chest, dancing over his scars and then moving to kneel at his feet. “Right about here,” I breathed against him and his entire body stiffened.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Baby, this is meant to be about you,” he protested in a thick voice.
I looked up at him while I fastened my hand around his length.
He let out another curse.
“Oh, but what was it I said before?” I asked sweetly, moving slowly up and down. “Turnabout’s fair play.”
And then I moved my mouth to fasten right onto that beautiful cock of his.
It was not an act I’d enjoyed in the past. Especially because every teenage boy is desperate for it and it never really felt organic. But with Heath, I loved it.
With every swipe of my tongue, with every time I twisted my hand and mouth in opposite directions—Cosmopolitan told me to do this—I coaxed his surrender. I was in control, I had the power.
I would’ve stayed for a lot longer if I could’ve, despite the fact my knees were protesting, and my jaw was beginning to ache.
But Heath had other ideas.
I was hauled up his body and his hand clutched my neck. “Fuck, baby,” he growled. “Are you real? ‘Cause I swear to Christ, I’m worried about the state of reality right now.”
I pressed my lips to his and he didn’t hesitate to open to me, the act of kissing him after what I was just doing sending shoots of desire down my stomach.
“We don’t need to worry about the state of reality,” I whispered against his mouth. “We need to worry about the state of my virginity and it’s still intact. I’d like for you to rectify that immediately.”
His eyes lost their lazy satisfaction and his hand tightened on my neck to the point of pain. “Sunshine, we don’t have to do that. You can stay perfectly intact. For someone who isn’t gonna leave with no return date, no fuckin’ forwarding address. Someone better. I’m happy with this.” His hand trailed downwards to gently tweak my nipple.
I let out a little moan.
His hand trailed lower. Way lower.
I let out what could only be described as a cry of pleasure.
His eyes flared. “I’m more than happy with this,” he murmured. “We can continue to do this. I’m not gonna push you.”
I took his wrist in my grasp, moved his fingers to intertwine with mine and then led him to my entrance. Coaxed him inside me.
He let out a growl and moved his fingers inside me while I somehow managed the feat of walking us backward, so the bed hit the backs of my thighs.
“You don’t need to push me,” I said, voice broken with the movement of his fingers. “I’m going to push you. I’m going to have to demand you make love to me. Right now.”
Another eye flare.
His fingers stopped moving. They left me gently.
He didn’t speak. Instead, he pushed me onto the bed.
A drawer opened and closed.
Foil crinkled.
Ah, he was thinking of practical things that hadn’t even crossed my mind. Despite the fact I’d preached safe sex to my much more sexually active friends. I didn’t used to understand how anyone could get so caught up in something and not remember to protect themselves.
But it was impossible to protect myself emotionally.
Heath was doing what he could physically.
His body covered mine seconds later. And he was kissing me. Again, this was different than every one before. Probably because we were both naked, on a bed and all of his delicious manly parts were rubbing against all the right places.
But also because this kiss was the last kiss we’d have...before. Everything would change after.
He pulled back so his eyes met mine. “I’m not gonna lie to you, baby, this is gonna hurt, though I’m sure you know that. But the next time I’ll make it better for you. I’ll make you scream so loud that you’ll lose your voice the same second you lose everything but my cock inside you.”
Wetness rushed between my legs at his words.
“Heath,” I whispered, wrapping my leg around his hip and pulling him down.
His lips pressed against mine at the same time he pressed against me.