Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Emily shifted closer to me, our knees now touching. My dick stiffened as I became more aware of the heat of her body, her flowery scent. I still somehow managed to refrain from leaning in and taking her mouth with mine, but though Emily had said she wasn’t interested in me, the look in her eyes sent a different message.
Yet despite my hopeful interpretation, I needed to respect what she was telling me, with words, that is. In fact, I hoped it was true, that she had no interest in me beyond friendship. That would make my dilemma a hell of a lot easier.
“Maybe we should head back,” she finally said after clearing her throat. “You still have to have your talk with the guys. You can’t avoid them forever, you know?”
“Okay.” I let out a long breath. “Yeah.”
The last thing I wanted was to leave, but this was her house, and if she was done here, it was time to go. Perhaps that was the best decision, given the tension in the air right now.
I expected her to get up, to start gathering her things. Instead, she stayed sitting next to me, not moving an inch. I prayed she couldn’t tell I was getting hard.
When she finally did move, it wasn’t to get off the couch. Emily leaned in and shocked the living hell out of me.
CHAPTER 16
EMILY
I couldn’t tell you what came over me.
Was it the way he was looking at me—like he wanted to devour me—or just the way I’d been feeling about him for so long? What made me lose control like that?
But after I leaned in, I stopped short of actually placing my lips on his.
Instead, I chickened out and retreated, stumbling on my words. “I lied when I said I wasn’t interested in you. I just don’t want to be. It’s dangerous and can’t go anywhere and—”
He grabbed my wrist. “Were you just about to kiss me, Emily Applewood?”
“I considered it.”
“Why the fuck did you stop?”
“Because I thought better of it.”
“You mean you let your mind get in the way of what you really want?”
I shook my head and moved my gaze away from him. “I can’t want you, Tristan.”
“But you do. Is that what you’re saying?”
When I didn’t answer, he placed his hand on my chin until I looked him in the eyes. Even that little bit of contact made me weak in the knees.
“Emily, I told myself I wasn’t allowed to kiss you. That I wasn’t going to do something that made you think I wanted more from you than your friendship. But you wanting to kiss me? That’s a fucking game changer.” He licked his lips. “Lean in again. This time, I’m gonna catch it.”
Unable to resist, I succumbed to the magnetic force between us, leaning in halfway. The next thing I knew, Tristan had wrapped his big hands around my face, his calloused fingers firmly against my cheeks. My body went weak against the couch as he leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine and pushing his tongue inside. Oh. I sighed into his mouth, relishing the reciprocal groan that vibrated over my tongue, the warm heat of his breath traveling down my throat.
The muscles between my legs contracted as he circled his tongue around mine. My body caught fire.
The kiss grew deeper, more frantic as my panties grew wetter by the second. I had never experienced this level of sexual excitement before, where I’d wanted someone so badly that nothing else in the world seemed to matter. Raking my fingers through his thick, messy mane of hair, I was desperate for more.
As if he could read my mind, Tristan flipped me around to straddle him.
He looked up at me, his beautiful blue eyes drunk with desire. “You are a fucking dream, Emily.”
Between my legs, I felt the heat of his massive erection through his pants. That should’ve been my signal to rip myself away from him, but instead I bore down, pressing my clit into his bulge as he throbbed beneath me. Unable to control my need, I gyrated my hips to feel more of him. This had to be what taking a drug felt like. Because even though everything in me said to move my body off of his, I couldn’t. It felt too good. I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it.
“That’s it. Grind against me. Do whatever you want. Use me for your pleasure.” He groaned. “Fuck.”
As my hips moved faster over his crotch, I kissed him with equal fervor. Tristan tasted divine as I savored every inch of his hot tongue. I tightened the muscles between my legs to keep from coming, all the while feeling selfish for using his body to satisfy my starvation. It had been so long since I’d been touched and forever since I’d been touched by a man. I’d only ever been with boys. This felt different. Much different.