Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
A warning flutters across my heart. This isn’t what I planned. This hot, sweet communion of a kiss. Part pure, part drug. You don’t model as long as I have without seeing drugs, maybe even sampling, and that’s what this kiss is. Like that first hit of cocaine, heady and entering your bloodstream with claws that sink in and steal all control before you know you’re addicted. This first kiss is that addictive. It’s not the hardness pressed to my stomach. It’s not the way my nipples pebble against his chest. Those things feel so damn good, but that’s not what I could become addicted to. It’s the feeling of rightness that could grab hold of me and never let go.
He skids his palms down my sides and over my hips to cup and squeeze my butt.
“When can I pick you up?” His question is a heavy pant against my lips.
“Now.” I curl one leg around him, waiting for him to hoist me up against the wall. “Pick me up now. We’ve got a little time. The door’s locked.”
I miss his breath on my lips as soon as he pulls back and peers down at my face. I don’t even try to hide the absolute need that must be burning from my eyes and smeared all over my face. Every part of me burns for him, wants him urgently, but only like this.
He cups my neck with one hand, his fingers slipping up to caress the skin there while his thumb plays over my lips. A smile softens his mouth and his eyes.
“No, Sof, I mean for our date. What time should I pick you up?”
I haven’t been as clear as I thought. I slip shaking fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and wrap my hand around his thick cock. Lord above, he’s big. My mouth waters at the thought of him holding my head still while he’s pushing down my throat. I squeeze the impressive length that might daunt a lesser woman, but not me. I slide my hand up and down until he squeezes his eyes shut, his mouth falling open as he leans into me and rests his forehead against the wall beside mine.
“Fuck me, Bishop.”
He goes still against me before pulling back, eyes narrowed on my face. I lift my lashes, giving him a glimpse of how uninhibited I’ll be once he has me under him.
“No date. Let’s just fuck.”
He smiles only a little, running his tongue across those full, sculpted lips.
“Um…as flattering as that offer is,” he says, carefully extracting my hand from his pants, “I had a little more in mind.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to?”
“I’m saying I’d like to get to know you a little first.”
“First? So you do want to?” I just need to know it will happen, because I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.
“Is there any doubt?” He shakes his head, his smile deepening until the dimples pop in his cheeks.
“Haven’t you ever heard of a one night stand?”
“Yeah, I have.” He nods, dark eyes wicked and teasing. “Even had a few.”
“And?”
“And I’ve had enough to know they don’t interest me at this stage in my life.” He leans an inch closer, his minty breath misting my lips. “Besides, I think you’ll want me more than once.”
The look he pours over my body, the promise behind his words, penetrate me as surely as if at any moment I’ll feel him move inside. I’ve never felt this before. He doesn’t want one night stands at this stage in his life? Well, I don’t want complications.
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Yes, you do. It’s just that no one’s ever asked you for it before.” His lips straighten and his jaw clenches as his eyes skim my face. “You want a quick fuck, but I want more.”
More. Dammit. He’s making me do this.
“Look, I’ll sleep with you, but anything more is getting too personal.”
His lashes fall to cover his eyes, but not before I read disappointment there.
“Then this is as far as we go.” He steps back, inserting a chill between us. His pupils are dilated and a swallow works the muscles of his throat, but those are the only clues his body offers that I may be affecting him as much as he’s affecting me.
“You’re saying you don’t want me?”
He grabs my hand, his thumb caressing my fingers. He squats until our eyes are level, and I don’t know what he’s looking for, but I drop my eyes before he can find it.
“I’m saying I want more, Sofie.”
I reach between us and wrap my fingers back around the lengthened stiffness hiding in his sweatpants.
“This tells me you’ll settle for what I want, Bishop.”
He blinks once, but his face remains otherwise unchanged.
“My cock doesn’t rule me, Sofie, and neither will you. I have two heads, and that’s not the one in charge.”