Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He laughs indulgently when I stumble a little, then catches me and holds me in place before I can fall over. “Relax,” he implores. “You’re in safe hands. Feel the music. Don’t think about it. Just go with it.”
When he flashes a sexy grin, I can’t help but think he could talk me into just about anything if he tried.
Red warning flags wave like crazy in my head, but what am I supposed to do? I don’t have a choice but to go with it like he says. Before long, I can almost imagine I’m not a bad dancer myself. The deeper I sink into the music, the easier it is to let go of my inhibitions and let my body flow the way he does with his. Once I stop thinking and analyzing everything, it’s possible to simply respond to the rhythm and to how shockingly hot it is for us to be this close, moving in sync like we are. He leans in until our cheeks touch, his breath hot on my neck and shoulder. So why do I shiver if all he’s doing is heating me?
Dear Lord, am I in trouble.
So much trouble, in fact, that when he suggests getting another drink, I agree without thinking about it. Wasn’t I just telling myself I had to be careful? What am I trying to do, sabotage myself?
The fact is, even in my slightly buzzed and extremely horny state, I still understand I just want to have fun. For a little while, all I want is to pretend this is normal. We’re just two people who have a crazy kind of chemistry, enjoying each other, flirting a little, standing way too close to each other as we sip our drinks. His hand grazes my back before dipping a little lower and sweeping over the curve of my ass. My legs just about buckle while wetness pools in my panties. He could touch my pussy once right now, and I’d probably burst into flames.
And I think he knows that since he caresses my ass again. “It was made for you,” he informs me in a low growl, making me shiver while my nipples harden almost painfully. “But it would look better on my bedroom floor.”
Yes, he knows he has me where he wants me. Just like he knows that once we get back to the house, there’s no way I could resist being pulled into his bedroom.
The fact is, I hardly try.
24
ENZO
I wish I could go into this wholeheartedly. I wish I didn’t feel conflicted about pulling her into my room and ending the night the way it was always meant to end. Whether she knows it or not, this was the plan from the moment I announced we were going out. Will she ever put it together? I don’t know. In spite of everything she’s been through and everything I’m sure she’s seen from the world around her—the world we both inhabit—she still let me lead her into this. She offered not a single moment of hesitation.
Just like she’s not hesitating now when I take her in my arms, pressing my body to hers and grinding my growing cock against her. “All night, this is all I could think of doing,” I murmur before touching my lips to her throat. She sighs, and the sound goes right through me like a shock wave, so sudden and unexpected. My arms clench around her, and I have to stop myself from throwing her on the bed and ending this entire evening sooner than I’d planned.
I want her to want this, to want it with every ounce and every fiber of her being. I want her completely wrapped up in me, in the moment, in anticipation of what’s to come. I want her to lose herself in me.
I don’t want her to regret it. That’s the least I can do. I might have no choice but to seduce her tonight, but I can make sure she’s fully ready and fully with me.
And so I take my time rather than throwing her to the bed and fucking her senseless. I take a slow tour of her body, my hands sliding along her back, gently caressing the curve of her ass. She shudders slightly, gasping in surprise. Like she’s never felt this way before, and I doubt she has. Nothing I’ve shown her so far comes close to what she’s about to experience. What I’m going to make sure she experiences.
By the time I’ve finished touching her, she’s shaking, weak to the point where I’m almost holding her up. That’s the sign I’m looking for. The next step is slowly unzipping her dress, an inch at a time. My anticipation is growing just like hers is, my own zipper about ready to break from the strain of my eager, rigid cock. I allow my fingertips to glide over every bit of skin I expose as I work the zipper lower until, finally, it can’t go any farther, and I have the pleasure of peeling the dress away from her, of listening as her breath gets shorter and sharper. Much more of this, and she’ll collapse.