Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
The sign hit the table as he crossed his arms over his chest. All right. I felt like this was a situation where whoever talks first loses the competition, but when he started walking toward me, I took a steadying breath. Regardless of the why, my body reacted to his proximity. From head to toe, I tingled.
“Change of plans. We’re staying here instead of my place,” Slade said, and I cut him right off.
“Is this a consideration or a command?” I asked.
“All command. You’re putting me to work. And I’m investing in the project. Your vision’s intriguing.”
He stood within a foot of me, serious as hell.
“I’m not into charity,” I said, loving how open I could be with Slade. I never shared anything, not ever, but he felt like a best friend. My best friend.
And I used the L word again. Wildflower was the only other animal I’d ever used that word on.
I wasn’t a romantic…
With an expectant glare staring at me, I ticked back over the conversation, trying to catch up after my mind had snagged on processing emotions. Yeah, Slade’s mouth had moved. My eyes narrowed as I did my best to remember anything he might have said.
Slade stepped into me, chest bumping mine. His grin held me captivated. “I said, you like me more than you admit.”
“You didn’t say that,” I said, semi-assured. Slade did his twinkle-in-the-eye deal, drawing me in further.
At the same time, his arms wrapped around me while my arms wrapped around him.
“I meant it all the same. You’re more into me than you allow me to believe.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Chapter 15
Mace
Even while being confronted, I shook my head and pulled away. “I don’t know what I think. I tried to convince myself it was just sex with you. A summer fling not based in reality…” The words fell like a guillotine, destroying my lies that I apparently couldn’t fully say. I tried again to adjust out of Slade’s hold to help find perspective, but he held on tightly.
Slade’s hard, thick cock pressed against mine.
Fuck, he smelled intoxicating. Instead of finishing that thought, I inhaled deeper, drawing his wild woodsy scent into my soul.
Slade groaned. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding me in place as his tongue darted forward, dominating me with no choice but to open. His caressing hands slid down the sides of my body and tugged at my T-shirt, freeing them from my khaki shorts. Strong hands tickled underneath the hem, sliding seductively across my back.
This was where Slade and I shone. Our sex was everything right in the world, driving all the wayward thoughts away. I tried my best to crawl up this beautiful man to get as close as I possibly could. He shrugged off his T-shirt, letting it fall to our feet. My T-shirt followed. It was sexy as hell, albeit embarrassing with the awkward way it always came off.
The other downside was that Slade had to break from the kiss to accomplish the task. When Slade withdrew his hands from my body, I felt their loss instantly.
“Did you say we aren’t based in reality?” Slade asked as he caressed a path from my belly to my nipples. They hardened, anticipating the gentle fingertips that circled the disk, teasing the bud that wanted his lips to press there. “Take off your belt for me. My hands are busy.”
“I really like the fairytale but goin’ in too deep scares me.” I stopped after releasing the buckle and looked up. My gaze searched Slade’s, taking him in, memorizing it all.
“I know you’re trying to tell me something, but I’m lost. I can’t decide if I need a better explanation before or after you fuck me,” Slade said, his gaze going back and forth from my face to my shorts button, his fingers skimming the broad head of my hard dick through the khaki material.
“I’m gonna rail you,” I murmured menacingly. Another development, Slade liked to be pounded when we fucked. Jeez, it felt good.
“Fuck, you turn me on. It never stops for me.” He allowed me to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Urgency became the only thing that mattered. Screw foreplay. I plastered my lips against his. Our sex was an untamable frenzy.
I walked Slade backward to the cloth tarps I had nearby. My guy’s hands were all over me, undressing, caressing, and teasing my body. Slade’s jeans dropped to his feet, tangling there. His cock was like a heat-seeking missile, drawing my hand there. I fisted his shaft, stroking while he worked at freeing my shorts.
I made it to the tarps, using one hand to fling the material out, following it to the ground. My mouth never stopped moving over his, my hand stroking him in such a way I knew he was already fighting completion. It turned me on, rocketing my desire to stratospheric levels. The canvas floated down around us as I slotted his perfectly carved body against mine. The heat of the summer, and the decadent way we came together, added to the sudden magic of the moment.