Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
With her fingers tangled in my t-shirt, I pull her closer and deepen the kiss. This is exactly what I wanted that first night I kissed her.
When she rolls her hips against mine, I feel like I've struck gold or won the lottery. Maybe it's a combination of both.
I know I should put an end to this. I should take a step back and make sure where her head is, but then her hand untangles from my shirt and scrapes down the front of my jeans, and all logical reason melts away. She's a grown woman, and more than capable of pumping the brakes if she wants to. I'll listen if that happens, but until then, I'm full steam ahead.
Her warm palm finds its way under my shirt, and it's my turn to moan at the heat of her hand on my bare skin. I pull my mouth away long enough to get my shirt over my head.
She stops me before I can throw it on the floor.
"I didn't mop back here," she grumbles as she pulls it from my hand and tosses it on my desk chair.
I huff a laugh but her reasoning tells me that she's fully in control of her actions right now. I envy that about her because my body isn't letting my head get a word in.
"This can't be from just hauling cases of beer around the bar," she says, her eyes following the trace of her fingers over my pecs.
My chest seems to swell a little bigger from the attention she's showing me and the appreciation in her eyes.
Her fingers travel lower, and then they pause at the button on my jeans.
Her eyes drift to mine, and it takes a few beats for me to gain enough control to look at her rather than her paused fingers.
"What's wrong?" I ask, stopping myself just shy of vowing to fix everything that could possibly keep this night from continuing.
"Before we go any further," she says, almost making me lose focus again when she licks her lips. "I won't have sex with you without protection."
"Of course not," I manage as I roll my hips to get her hands moving once again.
"So do you have one?"
"One what?" She pulls her head back when I lean down to press my lips to her throat.
"A condom, Walker. Can you focus for just a minute?"
I shake my head. I couldn't concentrate on anything else right now if I wanted to.
"We have to stop."
Like cold water splashed on me during that first week in basic training, I take a step back, my heart rate taking longer than it probably should to begin to settle.
"Sorry," I say, pulling in a deep breath and willing my erection to deflate, as if it won't take me jacking off three times a day for the next week to actually make that happen.
"We can't go any further if you don't have a condom."
"Oh! I have one." With frantic hands, I pull my wallet from my back pocket and pull the thing from inside, taking an extra moment to check the damn date to make sure it isn't expired with how long the damn thing has been in there. "Not expired."
She doesn't bother to look at the thing despite me holding it out for her inspection.
"I thought you were saying you didn't have one," she says, her smile growing.
"I keep one in my wallet, but I don't want you thinking I planned—"
"Shut up, Walker," she says, taking the condom from my hand and pressing her lips to mine.
The next couple of minutes are spent growing breathless as she works to open my jeans and slides her hand down the length of my cock.
I swear a swarm of insects take flight in my stomach.
"Jesus," I grunt, the shock of how her touch makes me feel almost otherworldly.
"Take care of this," she says, slapping the condom back into my palm before reaching to pull her own shirt over her head. "While I get undressed."
I want to open my mouth and argue with her, but I'm also afraid that trying to dictate this situation when she's making it very clear she's the one in control would make her stop. So I do what the woman says, opening the condom with my teeth and rolling it down my hypersensitive cock.
I pinch myself just under the head to stave off the threat of ruining both our nights as I watch her shove her pants down.
The bra still covering her breasts is sexy as hell, but as much as she wants this to be quick and to the point, I'd regret not getting my mouth on her skin.
Stepping forward, I pull down the cup of her bra and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her fingers pull at my hair, but not in a way that makes me believe she wants me to stop. I do the same with the other breast, flicking my tongue at her peaked nipple before forming a ring of suction around it.