Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“I felt it,” I admit, and he leans in close. “I didn’t know if it was normal.” He starts to speak, but I lift my hand and place two of my fingers over his mouth. I need to say this before I chicken out. “I’ve never done anything like that before and I wasn’t sure. I passed out, so I thought…” I shrug as I whisper the last part. My face flushes.
Hank sucks in a deep breath and wraps his hand around my wrist. He pulls my fingers away from his mouth before he speaks.
“You’ve never had a man, Sugar?” His tone is filled with disbelief and I’m not sure if he’s upset or happy about it. “It’s hard to believe someone hasn’t gotten a taste of you. But I’ve tasted you and I know that if any man ever had the privilege, they’d be doing the same thing I am.” He brings my fingers to his mouth and kisses the tips. “I saw you walk into that wedding and without a word from your mouth I knew you were mine. It’s a miracle someone didn't steal you away before I found you.”
“I’ve never wanted a man before.” I admit the truth and as I do, I realize I’ve been waiting for him. I cursed my body all week that the one man I ever wanted didn’t want me back, but fate wouldn’t be so cruel.
“We have to get out of here.” Hank moves in closer and my body is aching with need.
“I should tell Nikki,” I rush to say as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me from the ballroom. I don’t fight him because I want to go wherever he is.
“Dean has her,” Hank reassures me, entwining his fingers with mine.
“Where are we going?” I have to run to keep up with him as he pushes out of the front door.
“Home. That way I can make sure you don't slip away from me again.”
My nipples tighten and I’m wet against my panties knowing what Hank has in store for me. I’ve been on edge all week, and since he touched me I haven’t been able to get myself off. My body is spoiled and only wants him, no matter how many times I tried. I feared he ruined me, but now it doesn’t matter.
He opens the door to his truck and points. “In.” I hop up and buckle my seatbelt before he leans in close to me. “I was sure you couldn’t be as beautiful as I remembered, but I was wrong.” My mouth parts in surprise at his sweet words. “You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
His lips crash down onto mine and his tongue swipes into my mouth. I moan as his hand snakes up my thigh and I part my legs, wanting him there so badly.
I gasp when his finger grazes my sex on the outside of my panties. “Hank,” I moan, pulling my mouth from his.
“I just need a small taste to hold me over.”
He dips his finger into my sex and it’s rough to the touch, but he’s so gentle. He skims across my clit and I try to raise my hips, but the seatbelt doesn't let me go as far as I want. He slides his finger across my sex again before pushing it inside of me.
I moan his name and clench around his finger at the same time. He groans, pulling his hand out from between my legs. “No!” I yell, needing him back there.
“Home first,” he tells me as he brings the finger to his mouth and sucks my juices from them. His nostrils flare as he locks eyes with me. “I’ll drive fast.” He slams my door and he’s in the driver’s seat in record time.
I nod and try to not wiggle in my seat as he pulls out of the parking lot and drives away. I glance over at him and I can’t believe he’s here. I never thought I’d see him again and now I find out he’s been looking for me the whole time.
“Is this crazy? We know nothing about each other.” I’m on my way to his house to have sex for the first time and I don’t know his full name.
“Tell me about you then.” He shoots me a half-smile like he can read my mind.
“Not much to tell.” I can’t think of anything important as I wrack my brain for information. I’m a receptionist at a car dealership and it’s a job I hate. I got it to get out from my mom’s house and that’s pretty much it. Every day is the same and even crashing weddings started to feel mundane. Until Hank.
“I don’t agree. I haven't gotten to spend much time with you, but I can tell you all kinds of things.”