Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I need them, in fact…
I pull back and drop my arms to my sides, putting a few inches between us. “Tell me what you were going to say this morning, before Tank came in. You were about to say something, I could tell.”
She swallows, her throat working. “I was just...” She trails off, uncertainty in her gaze. But after a beat, she takes a breath and adds in a rush, “I was thinking that I like you. Maybe even…more than like you.”
“I more than like you, too,” I say, not wanting to leave her in doubt about that for a fucking second. “I’m pretty crazy about you, actually, Rem. And I think you feel the same way.”
“But I don’t know how to do this, Stone. Not well, anyway.” She clutches a handful of my shirt like a lifeline. “I haven’t had a serious boyfriend since I was in high school, and this situation is still complicated as hell, and…I don’t know. I know we’re good together, and I think you’re a great person, but honestly, I’m still a little scared.”
My hand drifts up to cup her cheek. “I get it. I’m scared, too. Falling for someone, anyone, is scary. And you’re right, this is extra complicated, which makes it extra scary. I am fully aware that your dad could ruin my last season if he decides he doesn’t like the thought of me being with his daughter.”
“And would it even be worth taking that risk?” she asks. “I mean, I’m hoping I end up in Seattle next year, and you’re aiming for L.A. Would we just be setting ourselves up for heartbreak for nothing?”
“You’re not nothing,” I say, as serious as I’ve ever been with her or any other woman. Heart beating faster, I add, “In fact, I have a hunch you might be everything, Rem.”
She blinks, her eyes beginning to shine as she whispers, “Really? Do you really mean that?”
“With every piece of me.” I slide my hands down to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass and lifting her onto the edge of the desk. “Now, about these pretty little panties...”
“I don’t think we’re done talking,” she says, but she’s already spreading her thighs to make room for me between them.
I bend my head, pressing a kiss to her throat, where her pulse is beating as fast as mine. “Not for forever, no, but maybe for now.” I reach behind her to unhook her bra, guiding the straps down her arms as I murmur against her skin, “We don’t want to go too deep, too fast.”
“I don’t know,” she says, her breath catching as her bra joins her t-shirt on the floor. “I like deep and fast sometimes.”
“I know you do.” I pull back to look at her, soaking in the sight of her perfect breasts with their dusting of freckles across the top. I adore every single one of those freckles, and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want this woman.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, uncharacteristically shy.
“Can’t help it.” I cup one breast, running my thumb over her nipple, relishing the way her lashes flutter. “I’m a big fan of all your sexy parts.” I dip my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue until she gasps and her hands thread into my hair
I take my time, savoring every little sigh and the way she arches closer to my mouth, silently begging for more. When I finally drop to my knees in front of her, hooking my fingers into the waistband of those lacy black panties, the look she gives me—hungry, eager, wild—almost finishes me on the spot.
“I really love going over paperwork with you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh as I drag the panties down her legs.
Her tongue sweeps across her lips. “Me, too.”
The first stroke of my tongue has her gripping the edge of the desk. The second and third have her trembling, her breath coming in stuttering gasps. By the fourth, she has a hand at the back of my head, dragging me closer.
“Yes, more,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “Harder, and please, don’t stop.”
As if I would. As if I could tear myself away from her, from her sweet saltiness, her fire. I lose myself in pleasuring her, in the desperate sounds she makes as she gets closer to the edge. She’s clearly trying so hard to be quiet, but I catch every moan, every gasp.
When she comes, she clamps a hand over her mouth as she arches off the desk, drenching my tongue. I stay with her, gentling my pressure as she shudders through the aftershocks.
“You,” she pants as I press one last kiss to her inner thigh and rise to my feet. “You. Inside me. Now.” She reaches for my belt with shaking hands.