Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 122097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“Intriguing, huh?”
“What?” She’s a little bit breathless.
“You said… ‘Your promises are intriguing.’”
She presses her lips together and nods. “To say the least.”
I let go of one breast so I can reach up and touch her face. “Which part intrigues you?”
“Hmm.” She hums this out in a sexy way. “All of it, I guess. I don’t know you as a man, Collin. I knew you as a boy. So…” She shrugs her shoulders up. “I’m intrigued, is all.”
I reach down and pop the button on her jeans. She closes her eyes for a second, sucking in a breath of air, but opens them quickly.
“You don’t have to look me in the eyes if you don’t want to, Lowyn.”
I watch as she processes this statement, not quite sure what she thinks of it. But her answer is good enough for me. “I want to. I love those eyes of yours.”
I push one side of her jeans down over a hip and stop. Staring at her.
She huffs a little. “Do you want me to help you?”
I shake my head. “No. I just want you to stand here while I figure out the most intriguing way to take off your clothes.”
“Couldn’t we just… you know, do it real quick?”
“What’s the point of that?”
She smiles big now. “OK.” She licks her lips. “I think I might be getting an idea of where this is going.”
Now it’s my turn to smile. “I really don’t think you do.” Then I kneel down and start kissing her stomach. My hands on her hips now. Gripping her tight and holding her close.
Immediately her hands are on my head, fingertips threaded into my hair, her breathing quickening and starting to get ragged. I grip the waistband of her jeans with both hands and tug them down to her knees. But that’s where I stop.
She huffs again. “You’re trying to make this painful?”
I laugh a little, still kissing her stomach. But she’s on the right track now. Not painful. Not at all painful. Not in the literal way. I pull back a little and look up. She’s got her teeth together but her lips are parted, like I caught her sucking in a breath of air. She lets that breath out, just staring down at me.
“Anticipation, Lowyn. It’s not painful, it’s just anticipation.”
“Hmm. That’s… also very intriguing.”
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Oh, man. You’re gonna tease me, aren’t you?”
“Only if you want me to. Should I tease you, Lowyn?”
She thinks about this because she understands that I’m asking her a real question and her answer is gonna dictate what happens next.
If she says no, I won’t. I’ll start right in and in a few seconds, I’ll have a finger inside her and a few minutes later she’ll be coming all over it. After that she can do me, or we can fuck, and then we’ll go to bed all snuggled up and cozy.
It’s a nice option A. I won’t mind in the least if she chooses option A.
But if she says yes… well, that’s option B.
And that’s when she learns my definition of ‘intriguing.’
OK. He’s got me. I knew there was more to Collin Creed than the man he was showing me this past week. I could sense it. I mean, how does a teenage boy kill someone, disappear for twelve years, and then show back up as the same person he was when he left?
That’s not how it works. And I knew this.
Should I be afraid of his truth? Of what he’s been up to all these years?
Probably. Not in the strictest sense of the word, but I’m almost a hundred percent sure that I don’t want to know what he’s been up to.
And if he was simply… I dunno, shopping for a gun, or talking about his business, or reliving old times with Amon about the military—or whatever it was they were in—I’d gladly walk away from that and just let him do his thing.
But this isn’t about him, it’s about us.
And not in the old us kind of way, either. This is about the new us. Grown-up us. It’s about how we’re going to be intimate with each other, and that? Yes. That I want to know.
He wants to tease me. I’m not even sure what that means. But I do understand what it doesn’t mean. We will not be getting naked and jumping into bed. This is not a direct route to an orgasm.
It’s a long and winding road to something that I can only describe as worth the wait.
He’s on his knees with his mouth practically on my stomach, lookin’ up at me with those eyes of his. Waiting, patiently, for my answer. My jeans are stuck around my hips, his hands are holding my thighs, and I’m already tingling inside and we haven’t even gotten started.