Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Even though I want this over with, I’m really nervous now.
The door swings open, and West is standing there.
In boxer shorts.
That’s it.
There’s inch upon inch of his golden-tanned skin on show. And I know I’ve already seen him in a similar state of undress before, but it seems to do nothing to dull my reaction to the way he looks now. To that body of his. His hair is down, kissing his shoulders. He looks gorgeous.
My mouth dries, and all words fail me.
Those abs are gonna be the death of me.
“Hey,” he says. “You okay?”
I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m just staring at him.
“Dillon?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“What can I do for you?”
“Oh.” I blink. It doesn’t help. I just go straight back to staring at him like a sex-starved nympho. “I was, uh, thinking about what you said.”
He leans a shoulder against the doorframe. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
And … what was I supposed to be coming over here to tell him? I forgot.
No. I’m supposed to tell him no to all the sex.
But just look at him. He’s a once-in-a-lifetime kind of sexual experience. Something to tell the grandkids about. Or not because that’d be gross. But when I’m home and alone in bed, I’d have those memories to keep me warm at night.
But it’s not a good idea, Dillon. Remember, you could get hurt again.
Hurt is bad.
But sex is soooo good.
No. Stop it. Stop thinking about the sex and how big his cock might be and how good it would feel inside you. Or how that sexy mouth of his might taste or if his muscles would feel as hard as they look.
Just say no to all of the sex with the hot American man. Say no and turn and walk back to your villa. And then get a cold shower.
Right. I’m gonna do it.
“And … well, I thought it over, and it’s a … yes.”
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Dillon
Yes? What the hell, Dillon?! You were supposed to say no.
Oh, who am I kidding? I was always gonna say yes. Look at him, for fuck’s sake. I’d have to be crazy to say no to sex with him.
Those full lips of his pull up into a smile, and I almost come on the spot. His hand reaches out and grabs hold of mine. I’m tugged inside his villa. The door is closed, and I’m pushed up against it.
My breath whooshes out of me.
I’ve never been manhandled like this before. I really like it.
West presses his body up against mine. And it’s fucking heaven. He feels so good. Hard against my soft. Except for my nipples. They’re very much hard.
West stares down at me. His lips so very close to mine. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything we discussed? Just sex and no contact after we leave here?”
I feel his warm breath against my skin.
I swallow and lick my lips. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
“Good.”
Then, he kisses me.
And holy hell.
We both dive straight into the kiss. There’s no sweeping brushes of lips or gentle pecks.
This is an I’m kissing you like I really wanna fuck you kiss.
The feel of his mouth against mine is amazing. His lips are soft yet firm.
He tastes of toothpaste and utter sin. He smells like sex and the ocean. He’s in all of my senses. It’s overwhelming but in the best kind of way.
Total aphrodisiac.
But to be fair, he could just stand in front of me, fully clothed, and I’d get turned on. Because hello, hotness.
When his tongue touches mine, I feel sparks shoot through me.
Kind of like when the battery dies on your car, so you put jumper cables on it and use another car to get it going. That’s what West is doing to me. Charging me with his jumper cables.
And that sounds really lame. So, yeah, never say that out loud to him.
But whatever it is that I’m feeling right now, it’s exhilarating, and all he’s doing is kissing me.
I never felt like this when Tim kissed me.
West kisses like he knows exactly what he wants … me.
Why the hell am I thinking about my ex right now? I’m wrapped around the most physically beautiful man I have ever seen in my real life. And on television.
My hands slide up that hard chest of his, and my arms loop around his neck. His skin is so much softer than I expected. But his muscles are as hard as I thought they would be.
I wiggle closer to him. Our bodies are already pressed together, but I need to get closer to him. Impossibly close.
West’s arm goes around my waist, pinning me to his body. His other hand grabs a handful of my hair, tilting my head back slightly, taking control of the kiss.
I hear a whimper and realize that it came from me.
God, I love the way he kisses. Lush and deep. He kisses with meaning. Telling me that this kiss is leading to somewhere really fucking good.