Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t that interested in racing before we started. It can’t be that hard to believe I’m less interested five years later.”
She scoffed and snuggled even closer, oblivious to what she was doing to me. “It is though. That’s like saying Morgan doesn’t like symmetry and filing cabinets. Wade not being into cars doesn’t compute.”
I managed a chuckle through my tight throat. “Working on cars does make up the majority of my life, sure. I like the challenge of fixing what’s broken, the way the parts come together to form the whole. But there are other things I’m interested in. More than interested in.”
“Like what?”
“Like you.”
She propped up on one elbow and placed her hand on my chest, looking sincerely confused. “Why?”
Why? “Is that a serious question or are you fishing for compliments?”
“I’m not sure you’ve noticed how deeply fucked up my life has been recently. The fact that I’m lying in bed with a man I’m desperate to sex up and talking about my mother’s ashes couldn’t have been your first clue. I mean, honestly. I should be surrounded by yellow caution tape.”
I wanted to interrupt but I could see she was on a roll.
“My sister thinks all my choices are questionable, my agent thinks I’m drinking a grief-and-perimenopause cocktail as a best-case scenario, and I’d rather watch other people experience things online than actually live a life. Even for a fling, I’m not the best bet because I might not be staying in—”
I hooked a hand around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss before she could finish her sentence.
She moaned out a laugh, parting her lips greedily for mine. “Why do you keep interrupting me with your mouth?” she asked against my lips.
“Seemed like the right thing to do.” When she climbed on top of me, I groaned, grabbing her ass and grinding her against the hard ache of my erection. “Are you complaining? And what the hell is perimenopause?”
She wheezed out another chuckle while I bit her chin. “That’s your takeaway from everything I just said? I had to look it up after my doctor visit, but I wouldn’t recommend it for you.”
She rocked against me and my eyes rolled back in my head. Jesus, that felt good.
“Do you know how lucky you are to have a penis?”
“Feeling pretty lucky at the moment.”
“So am I.”
She pressed her forehead to mine and she kissed me again. Lightly. Teasingly. “You could be luckier. Are we going all the way tonight, or are you still playing hard to get?”
I flipped her under me, reveling in her gasp and the legs that instantly locked around my waist. “I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow.” I didn’t want her to regret me. “You know I have other ways to make you feel good, Gus. Nothing else has to happen tonight.”
“Yes, it does.” Her hand slipped between us and started struggling with the button of my jeans. “I love what we’ve been doing, but I want all of it, Wade. Everything with no regrets. Please. I need...”
Please. I need.
I didn’t have it in me to refuse her anymore. When her hand closed around my cock through my boxers, I knew I was done.
18
AUGUST
There was something different about the way he kissed me this time. The way his grip tightened, as if every restraint holding him back and keeping him civilized had been removed at my demand, and I was about to get what I asked for, whether I liked it or not.
I loved it. I was almost desperate for it.
Almost?
It was his fault for keeping me on edge. All that foreplay and dirty talk. The things he’d done with his fingers and promised to do with his tongue, always denying me the ability to touch him in return.
Was I complaining about having an orgasm-granting neighbor who asked for nothing but my pleasure, who also did chores for me, like some magically handy sex genie?
Yes, because he was turning me into an insecure addict.
Why did he keep pulling back? What was he waiting for?
I’d already begged often enough that I’d almost gotten over the embarrassment. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want me. I’d felt his erection every time he got close to me. I’d seen the need in his eyes. But he’d still managed to stop himself every single time.
Wade Hudson was a big old cock tease, but now it looked like he might be done teasing and was finally going to let me have it.
Hallelujah.
His mouth was still devouring mine when he manhandled me up to a sitting position, guided my arms up and sent my favorite sleep shirt sailing onto the floor. Then he broke the kiss, rolled me onto my back and stripped my boxers down my legs, tossing those over his shoulder to join my shirt.