Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
She chuckles. “Not quite, Drake. My dad was in the Marine Corps. We lived on military bases and ate our meals in the chow hall. You are definitely not poor. You probably don’t even know how poor people live.”
“I doubt you do either,” I challenge. “Living on a military base isn’t that bad.”
She shrugs. “My dad works for a contractor, but nothing like what you must be used to.”
“He must have some money if he can afford to send you to Strick U,” I point out.
“Most of my tuition is free,” she admits. “I qualified for a ton of grants and scholarships because of my dad.” She presses one hand to my chest, staring into my eyes. “Look, Drake, I don’t care about money. So, if you want to impress me, do it without using material things. I’d rather know you than how many zeros are in your bank account.”
When have I ever had a woman say this to me? Never. Yep, definitely never. Most of the girls on campus lead with, ‘So, your dad’s a famous hockey player’ or something that was all about their interest in my money.
“Good. Because I wasn’t planning to win you over with money.” I plant a kiss on her lips and then rise to my feet with Taylor in my arms when I hear the ding on my phone from the app. “Your pizza is here.”
After we eat, I lean my back against the headboard and Taylor curls up beside me in bed. I cradle her head in the crook of my arm, smiling like I’ve just won the lottery. I was a mess before I met her. In a short amount of time, I’m certain I can’t let her go. I want to do everything in my power to make her mine.
Swiping a dark strand behind her ear, I kiss her forehead. With her eyes closed, she stirs in my arms and mumbles my name under her breath. I’ve never been so happy to have a woman in my bed. Lying next to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes, is perfect. My life has never felt so complete.
A wide grin turns up the corners of my mouth when she opens her eyes for a few seconds and smiles. She challenged me to make her fall in love with me, but I think she’s the one who’s working some kind of magic on me.
Taylor traces a line down the bridge of my nose with her index finger, stopping when she reaches my lips. We stare at each other for minutes. It’s the first time she’s touched me, and I didn’t feel the need to rip off her clothes. Well, that thought is always in the back of my mind, but not at the moment.
Taylor slides her thumb along my bottom lip, puckering hers at the same time. My heart thumps out of my chest, overcome with a strange mixture of emotions. She makes me so nervous yet excited, all at the same time. It’s such a weird feeling. No one has ever produced this reaction from me.
Her skirt rides up her thighs as she squirms to get comfortable. This simple movement causes too much friction, and before I can stop it, my dick is hard.
“Drake, we can’t tonight,” she says.
“I wasn’t planning on it, either. It just kind of happened. I can’t help it.”
She sits up with her long legs stretched out in front of her. “I didn’t even do anything.”
“It was how you were moving.” I stare at her legs again, and she notices this time. “It also doesn’t hurt how hot you look in this outfit.”
“Then give me something else to wear.” She tugs at the tight top. “I can’t sleep in this, anyway.”
“You’re staying the night?”
She nods. “Unless you want me to leave.”
“No, you’re staying. I just thought you’d want to take it slow. Our friends don’t even know we’re talking to each other. We might get a lot of questions in the morning.”
“Bex knows.” She brushes her fingers along my arm. “Don’t worry, though. I didn’t tell her you’re a you-know-what. Just that we’re seeing each other in private.”
She slides off the bed, fixing her skirt over her thighs. Turning away from me, she walks over to my dresser and opens the top drawer. “Where do you keep your shirts?”
“You could have just asked,” I say, getting off the bed.
She spins around to face me. “Seeing as I know all of your secrets, I didn’t think it was a big deal to go through your drawer.”
“It’s not.” I grab a Strickland Senators tee from the hanger in my closet and hand it to her. “I don’t have any secrets anymore. At least, not with you.”
She peels her top from her stomach, slowly lifting it over her head to drop it onto the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, and just seeing her big tits and pert nipples makes my dick hard all over again. Fuck.