Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I have no motive at this point, only a very insane and hopeful wish that he would just merely kiss me. I’ve never been this close to him before. He’s never let me get this close to him before, and I’ll chastise myself thoroughly and much later, but I’m not giving up this advantage right now.
My fingers skim the edge of the elastic waistband of his briefs, and Van actually stops breathing. My breath catches in my lungs, knowing that this could go either way, and not wanting to make the wrong move. I hold my ground and we stare at each other with an intensity that seems to create almost tangible arcs of electricity between us.
For a moment, everything just freezes in place except my own galloping heartbeat…
Then Van’s hand locks around my wrist so fast and hard I gasp. I’m filled with disappointment as he starts to pull my hand away from the edge of his underwear, but then I’m completely bowled over when his other hand clamps onto the back of my neck and he jerks me into him.
His eyes go darker and I can see actual distaste in them for what he’s about to do, and then he does it.
His mouth hits mine, crushing in its force, full of anger, desire, and loss of control. I involuntarily push my hips into him, my body not having any control either. I can feel he’s thick and hard, and a shudder ripples through me at the knowledge.
Van spins me, pushes me back into the fridge, and it rocks as I hit it. He thrusts his entire frame into me, pinning me there so I can’t move.
Not that I want to.
This kiss is everything I imagined it would be on that one day I’d find a man who could really push my buttons. It’s something I never expected from Van, as he doesn’t seem like the kissing type. If I had to bet, I’d say he’s more of the ripping-clothes-and-taking-what-he-wants type.
When his tongue touches mine, not hesitantly but absolutely claiming, a deep moan tears free from within me. It rumbles so hard, is so harsh and abrasive because of the need behind it, that Van goes utterly still for just a moment before he’s actually pushing away from me.
My palms go to the fridge to hold me upright because he has rendered my legs completely weak. He stares at me hostilely and I can’t help it. My eyes drop momentarily to see his thick erection straining against his briefs.
My fucking mouth actually waters, but when I look back up to him, I’m dismayed to see him put the back of his hand to his mouth and give it a quick wipe, as if he can’t stand the taste of me.
It’s a clear indication that he’s done.
This is proven when he spins on his heel and storms back to his bedroom, slamming the door resolutely behind himself.
Chapter 5
Van
I have got to fucking get my own place.
Now that Stephanie broke up with Lucas, he’s around a lot more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but he has become a mean son of a bitch lately and he’s drinking a lot. Simone is constantly riding him to get his head out of his ass, which he doesn’t like one bit. This means they are both fighting like cats and dogs, or maybe that’s just how siblings fight.
And then there’s Simone, who is still driving me batshit crazy. My warning to her three nights ago fell on deaf ears apparently, because she hasn’t changed her wily ways one fucking bit.
I’ll have to admit, when I heard that refrigerator crash and caught my first glimpse of her lying on the floor, I about had a goddamn heart attack. Not because I held any affection for her, or because I didn’t want to clean up brain matter after the vomit and tomato sauce of the day before.
Rather, I didn’t want to see someone like her—with such a life force filled with vitality—extinguished from this earth. No matter how much she drives me nuts, and how much I am struggling to fight my unholy attraction to her, I’d take her harassment every fucking day for a millennium for her not to be dead.
That was my initial thought.
It changed after her hand started straying down my stomach and I found myself drowning with a perverse need to take her. Throw her on the floor, spread her legs and just fucking take what she’s been begging me to take.
That thought nauseated me, so I obliterated everything by just fucking kissing her. It’s not a favorite pastime for me. Too intimate and all that shit, but damn if it didn’t make me feel immediately better.
Until her moan.
Then I was done.
I just couldn’t.
So I left the house and ended up working out at the gym.