Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
His mouth fused with mine, sucking away my oxygen and all rational thought.
This time, it wasn’t awkward and apologetic like the first time. Not explosive and frustrated like the second time either. This was new, hungry, and perfect.
His tongue swept across the seam of my lips before prompting them to part with a flick. I opened up for him, our tongues tangling in an erotic dance. Row cupped the side of my face, groaning ferally, digging his inked fingers into my hair. A tide of heat crashed inside my belly, sending currents of warmth to my nipples, spine, and the back of my skull. I clutched his shirt, burrowing into him as he deepened the kiss, tilting my head back, pinning me against the car.
“Dot.”
He tasted divine. Of toothpaste and a shot of whiskey and something unapologetically male. Primal, hot, uncontained. My fingers wound tighter around the fabric of his shirt, and I felt the defined, tight ridges of his pecs and the dusting of hair on his chest. My toes curled and I whimpered into a hot, wet kiss that didn’t have a beginning or an end. It felt like we were fused together, a hotwire of mini-orgasms.
I needed more. I needed everything. I wasn’t even sure what everything entailed. I ran my frigid fingers down his arm, lacing my fingers in his and guiding his hand to cup one of my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my nipple was tight and puckered, begging to be teased.
“Missed your tits,” he hissed out huskily, sounding almost pained, as his thumb rubbed and flicked my nipple through my sweater.
“Do you remember them much?” I explored his mouth like it was a forbidden fruit, devouring its juices, seeds, and flesh.
“I remember every inch of you.” A satisfied growl made its way from the back of his throat, and he pinched my nipple teasingly, just south of inflicting pain. “Each individual cell.”
His hand skimmed my rib cage, running down my belly, stopping at the hem of my sweater before snaking underneath it. He swirled my skin with his fingertips, all while angling his head to kiss me deeper. My knees gave out and I clawed his shoulders to stay upright, heat racing down my body to the apex between my thighs. I could feel my pulse in my clit. My blood pumped inside it, making it unbearably sensitive and swollen.
This was too much, and yet entirely not enough.
His hand hiked up under my sweater, the pad of his finger rubbing my nipple, and I melted into him, sucking the bottom of his lower lip greedily into my mouth with a desperate moan. “More.”
“How much?” He kissed a path down my jaw, then neck, then collarbone. It was a sticky kiss, full of my lip gloss and its fruity, sweet taste.
“All of it. I want you,” I said.
“I need you,” he hissed.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, thrusting his kraken-sized erection between my thighs. My clit pulsated against it through our clothes, and I swore he could feel it. His cock jerked, tap-tap-tapping it, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Row?”
“Dot?”
“Jail isn’t an abstract concept.” I pulled away from our kiss, clearing my throat. “We should go upstairs before we get arreste—”
I didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence because Row scooped me up and turned around, carrying me into the inn. The lights were off in reception. A security guard snored peacefully in his chair in front of the monitors, his ranger hat tipped down to cover his eyes. I giggled in Row’s arms, kicking my feet up.
“Shh. You’ll wake up the dead, and I’ll be too busy with your ass to fight zombies.” He shoved two fingers into my mouth to shut me up, and I sucked them immediately, my thighs clenching with need as he took the stairs two at a time.
He kicked the door to his room open, and I tore away from our kiss to register the place he’d called home for the past year.
Freshly painted. Crown moldings. Heavy wooden furniture spaciously peppered across the room. Zero personality inside it. Row was ready to up and leave at a moment’s notice.
We are just two passing ships. You can’t handle more, Cal.
But it was too late to back down, even if I knew my heart was about to sink like the Titanic. He placed me on his bed, then stepped back, as if admiring his handiwork. I knew he was memorizing me between his sheets because he had no intention of keeping me there.
I should have felt self-conscious in my sweatpants and Cookie Monster sweater, but I didn’t. I felt beautiful. Irresistible through his hooded eyes, like a flower in bloom, kissed by the unrelenting sun, on a flawless summer day.
Happy. Alive. Home.
Row rounded the bed, trying to work out what he wanted to do first. I was wide-eyed, a little scared, but mostly excited. I had gotten Dylan’s okay. I could do this without any fear or doubt. He stopped in front of the foot of the bed, reached to grab the backs of my thighs, and dragged me to the edge. I gasped as he brought one of my legs up to rest on his shoulder, pressing a hot kiss to my inner ankle as he plucked my sneaker off. “You sure you want to do this?”