Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
His hand goes to my cheek, pulling my face up to look at him. He’s so big next to me, it makes me feel almost small and petite. His hand slides around my neck and pulls me forward. I lick my lips as he gets closer, and he’s watching me. Every move I make, his eyes are on me.
I put my hands to his chest right before our lips touch, holding him off. “Dutton…”
His thumb is pacing up and down the flesh of my neck, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest. “I may not be good at this.”
He shakes his head and smiles as if he doesn’t believe me. He doesn’t say a word, just leans forward and presses his hot, firm lips to mine. I expected a small kiss. I was hoping for a good one, but what he gives me is like nothing I’ve ever imagined. He devours me. Takes my breath and makes me feel whole. He pushes on my neck and angles my head, deepening our kiss. I moan, because how could I not, and he pushes his tongue between my lips. I give in to the urge to get closer and lean forward, swinging my leg across him in the process.
I’ve mounted him, my hot core pressed up against the bulge between his legs, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. It’s as if he can’t get enough. When I finally pull away, my chest is heaving, and my fingers are clenching the front of his shirt.
He’s staring back at me in a daze, as if he’s seeing me for the first time. Because I’m at a loss at what to do, I climb off his lap, wiping the wet moisture from my lips. “Thank you, Dutton. For the date and the kiss.”
I turn away quickly and almost run to the guestroom. It’s either that or stand there and ask him to take me to bed. I’d beg him if I had to. I have all these feelings, hot longing vibrations feathering through my body, and I don’t know what to do with them. It’s a new feeling but one that is welcome.
8
Dutton
Fuck me. I’m not even sure what happened. One minute, Jane is innocently asking for a kiss and the next I’m violating her mouth in every way imaginable. And then she ran from me. Fuckin’ ran, like I’d scared her to death. It was too much too soon, and I knew she was innocent but how the hell should I have known that kissing her would be so explosive? I had to call on every restraint I had not to pick her up and carry her to my room with me.
Now here we are. She’s been quiet all morning, and I’m on my way to take her to work. A hundred times I’ve almost apologized, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want her to think I regret the kiss—fuck, that’s all I’ve thought about, and I’d give anything to feel her pressed against me one more time.
But I know I need to take it slow. Let her know I’ll wait. We can work on being friends and let the rest happen naturally. I’m not in any kind of rush. As long as she’s with me, I can wait to have her in my bed. I don’t want her to think that’s all I want from her, because it’s not. I want her love. I want her babies. I want it all.
“What time do you get off tonight?” I ask as she fidgets next to me.
“Probably around nine if it all works out. But I’m thinking that I can have Alice take me over to my apartment after work. You don’t have to pick me up.”
My jaw instantly flexes, and I try to soothe it out. Getting mad is not going to want her to stay with me, I know that. “Do you not like staying with me?”
I clench my hands on the steering wheel, waiting for her response. “It’s not that. It’s just, I mean, Martin is not going to come around. I’m fine. I should go home. And I have a car, I can drive myself.”
“I’ll get your car and take it to my house. I’m not trying to keep you prisoner or anything, Jane. I just want you with me. I would feel better about it if you’d stay with me.” I pause and when she doesn’t say anything, I push her further. “Will you please do this for me?”
She sighs, but finally gives in. “Okay.”
I pull into the parking lot of the diner. I want to take her in my arms and kiss her before she gets out, but I don’t. I keep my hands firmly around the wheel. “I’ll be back at nine.”