Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“What if I just want to look at you?”
I give him a look. “Don’t make this weird.”
He grins. “I’m not making it weird. You’re overthinking it.”
“I’m overthinking the fact that you’re staring at me instead of the movie we’re supposed to be watching?”
“Basically.”
I roll my eyes. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you looking at me?”
“Because I can.” He rolls to his side and props his head on his hand. “And because every time I’m near you, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
I roll my eyes again, this time so hard it hurts. “You really think that’s going to work on me?”
“I have no idea what works on you at this point. I’m just being honest.”
I want to believe him, but knowing the kind of person he used to be, the number of times he fooled me, I’m hesitant.
“I think I should go,” I say again, and this time, I really mean it.
“What if I asked you to stay.”
“What if I told you you’re trying too hard?” I shoot him a look. “And you’re wasting your time?”
“What if I told you you’re all I think about every fucking minute of every fucking day.” His words send a hard stop to my heart, and suck the air from my lungs at the same time. “What if I told you I’ve been crazy about almost my entire life?”
“I’d tell you you’re full of shit. That you’re horny and you probably just need to get laid.”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I like you?”
“Uh, let’s see …” I start rattling off all the horrible things he did to me growing up, counting off my fingers one by one.
But before I can finish, he pulls me close to him, and once again, all the air wooshes out of my lungs.
“I say this with the utmost respect.” He studies my lips. “Shut up, Stassi.”
With that, he kisses me, hard, pinning me back on the mattress. My body is lit, on fire, squirming beneath him as my head and my heart go to war.
I pull away, breathless, I say, “Now I really should go.”
He takes my wrists and fastens them over my head. “Are you sure?”
It’s a challenge. And he’s right. Arms and legs tangled, I don’t want to move from this spot at all. He feels too good pressed against me. Too right. I draw in a shaky breath as it hits home.
As much as I hate Alec, I’m still obsessed with him.
Every little part of him.
For almost as long as I can remember.
And now he’s gazing at me in a way that could almost make me believe he’s equally obsessed with me.
But his words have always been cheap and his actions have always been cruel. Falling for this again, believing he could be something he isn’t, is a gamble I can’t afford to take.
My breasts push against his chest, so close that his heartbeat is thudding against mine. He leans his head down and kisses me, soft and tender, his eyes begging me for permission. It’s something I didn’t expect from him.
“Fuck,” I whisper, completely melted and gasping from the unexpected tenderness of this moment.
I want him.
Really want him.
I want his hands in my hair and his mouth on my body and his cock so deep inside me it fills me to the hilt.
“Hm.” He ruins this moment with a grin of pure male pride, but it doesn’t matter. I’m too invested now. “So you do want this big, fat--”
“It’s your turn to shut up, Mansfield.” I lift my head to kiss him, hard.
He makes quick work of freeing me from my shirt, my bra, and my sweatpants before all but ripping off my panties. I race my fingers down his strong back, under his jeans, to the globes of his ass, kneading them. He growls into his kisses, then his mouth drops down, lower, lower, finding purchase on my breast. And all at once he’s licking and sucking my nipple, leaving me spasming and arching my back in pure delight. I scratch at his ass with my fingernails, pushing myself off the bed, meeting his open mouth. He stays like that for what seems like hours, just licking and kissing my breasts, cupping one and then the other, and the small fire in my belly starts to gather into a fiery inferno.
Then his mouth slowly trails downward, licking and nibbling to my navel. His rough cheeks are like sandpaper against my skin, but it’s an amazing friction. He slides off the bed then suddenly grabs my leg, lifting it up, positioning himself so that I can feel his breath on my clit. I let out an animal groan as his nose grazes the length of my seam and the warmth of his tongue follows.
“I love the way you taste,” he says, his breathy, hot whispers sending jolts of pleasure through me. “I can eat this all day.”