Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
I’m situated with my back to the fluffy cushions when Margot returns. Part of me hoped she’d return in some sexy underwear but she’s wearing loose gray pajama pants and a gray long-sleeved V-neck T-shirt with black flowers printed all over it. Simple, but still sexy as fuck on her.
“Oh, you moved.” She stops and stares.
I pat the space next to my hip. “Come join me.”
A shy smile curves her lips. She hesitates for a second, then hurries over and quickly climbs in.
“This is some chair.” I turn on my side to face her. “It’s big enough to be a bed.”
“I do fall asleep reading here sometimes.” She nods to the stack of books on the table next to me. “I work such odd hours that I want to unwind for a few minutes before bed but end up nodding off. It’s comfy enough that I don’t mind.”
“Come closer,” I urge.
She rolls onto her hip, so she’s facing me.
“Closer.” I grab her thigh and guide it over mine. “That’s better.” I slide my arm under her body, pulling her against me. “Much better.”
“Oh.” She rests her hand over my heart and stares at it for the longest time before finally lifting her gaze. “Can we kiss a little?” She raises two hopeful eyebrows.
That’s more like it.
“We can kiss a lot,” I answer.
A faint smile ghosts her lips. “I liked when you kissed me the other night.”
“I’m surprised you remember me kissing you the other night.”
Pink floods her cheeks and she shakes with nervous laughter. “I wasn’t that bad.”
“Nah, you were cute.”
“Will you teach me how to be a good kisser?”
There’s a subject I’m not sure I’m equipped to teach. An unfamiliar oily sensation slides through my chest. Shame? I don’t spend a lot of time kissing, usually too eager to get straight to the fucking. And I don’t want to admit that to Margot.
I trace my finger along her bottom lip. “I bet you’re already a good kisser. Your lips were made for kissing.”
She ducks her head, nuzzling against my chin like a shy kitten. I twist and kiss her cheek. Her lips press against my neck, not kissing or even sucking, more like she’s checking my pulse.
Finally, she brushes her lips along my jaw. I cup the back of her head, turning her so our lips meet. A simple mouth to mouth touch. She hums a soft sound that seems encouraging. Jolts of satisfaction prickle my chest. I slide the tip of my tongue along the seam of her lips but no more.
I bet she thinks she’s bad at kissing because some asshole slobbered all over her face. Who the fuck wants to deal with that? She’s so hesitant, almost innocent, with the soft, long brushes of her lips against mine.
After a few teasing licks, she pushes closer, her body almost fully resting on mine. An encouraging groan works out of my throat. I slide my hand down and grip her ass, holding her against me. She buries her fingers in my hair, teasing her nails against my scalp. A deeper groan of satisfaction eases out of me. Nothing tickles my pleasure center like a woman’s nails against my scalp.
Her lips part and I lightly stroke my tongue against hers. A quick taste and then I retreat.
“Mmm.” She hums and presses her hands to my cheeks, trying to hold me still. “Tell me what to do.”
I circle her wrist with my fingers and drag it back to my chest. “Put your hands on me.”
She hums another happy sound and gently squeezes my pec, then my shoulder and down my arm. She pulls away, breaking our kiss and squeezes my biceps again. “God, your arms are amazing. Like granite.”
Shaking with laughter I lean in and kiss her again. “Thank you.”
She fiddles with the sleeve of my shirt. As bad as I want her hands on my skin, I’m not ready to take it off. I need her writhing and too desperate for my cock to ask any questions about all the scars on my back. And right now she’s still in an exploratory, inquisitive mood.
She hitches her leg higher, her thigh accidentally grazing my hard dick desperately trying to make his presence known behind the fly of my jeans.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen and she drops her gaze to my crotch, which does nothing but make my dick even more eager to show off.
“We’ve barely touched.” Her voice holds a note of wonder— as if a hard dick is a novelty. “We were just kissing.”
“Your sweet body’s pressed against mine.” I trace my fingers against her T-shirt, along the length of her spine, until I’m cupping her ass cheek through very thin pants. Not much else seems to be blocking our skin from touching. Maybe a thin pair of underwear or a thong? “You told me where you want the night to go. So, yeah, my dick’s so hard it hurts.”