Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 97994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
His mouth finally lowers.
His lips close around my nipple, warm and firm, and the sound of him sucking is embarrassingly intimate. His tongue moves slowly at first, dragging, testing, before he draws me deeper into his mouth.
Blows on it.
Heat explodes straight down my spine.
My fingers sink into his hair, guiding his head closer, begging for more without saying the words out loud.
I can’t.
I’m too self-conscious. Too shy.
Aaron hums, and the vibration has my back arching again. Has me so close to pleading.
Simpering.
“Oh my god,” I whisper when his palm slides over my breast, thumb circling lazily before giving a squeeze, balancing giving me pleasure with maddening control.
My hands fall from his hair to his chest, palms smoothing over solid muscle, feeling the heat of him through the thin cotton. I need to touch him the way he’s touching me. I need to know if he’s as affected by me as I am by him.
My fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, trace upward over his deliciously warm skin, over the hard lines of his abs.
He inhales sharply.
Groans when I reach for his belt.
“I’m so fucking hard,” he murmurs. “Jesus.”
The confession sends a wave of triumph through me, and I bask in it at the same time I work his buckle, clumsy from lack of experience. He shifts to give me better access, one hand gripping my hip, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
Aaron groans loudly when my hands go to the waistband of his boxers, teasing the skin beneath it, ready to tug his jeans down. Ready to feel the weight of him in my hand.
To stroke him.
My mouth waters for it.
I continue teasing him, hand sliding farther inside his boxers as he drags his mouth upward over my body, tongue dragging over my sternum, over my collarbone, to my throat. Teeth scrape lightly at my pulse point before he sucks there, slow and deliberate.
My head tips back again.
He exhales sharply.
His hands slide down to my waist now, fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans.
“Can we please get these off? I want to fuck you so goddamn bad.”
“Yes,” I acquiesce, wanting him inside me so much I taste the desire in my mouth.
His fingers begin working at my buttons—
His phone rings.
He ignores it, pulling down my zipper with a whirr…
The cell continues buzzing and vibrating against the counter behind us, jarring and obnoxious and out of place among our frantic panting and fumbling.
It rings again.
He still doesn’t answer, my pants halfway down my thighs.
The third time, it’s immediate. There is no pause between calls.
His body goes still.
He cranes his body, eyes going to his lit-up screen.
“Shit. That’s my sister,” he mutters. “She wouldn’t call three times unless—”
I get it.
Unless there was an emergency.
The phone begins ringing again.
“Fuck.” Aaron curses and steps away from me, dragging a hand down his face as he grabs it off the counter, index finger stabbing the green dot.
“Hey,” he answers immediately, alert, as if he doesn’t have a raging boner in his pants. “Sutton, what’s wrong? What happened?”
EIGHTEEN
AARON
“Sutton,” I answer immediately. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
There’s a half-second of silence.
Then, “You are so lucky you answered.”
I flinch at her cheerful greeting and glance back at Juliette, half-naked and sitting in the middle of my kitchen island. My heart is pounding damn near out of my fucking chest—for entirely different reasons—the adrenaline of her phone call not yet caught up to the hard dick in my boxers.
“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you wrong. You don’t sound panicked.”
Sutton laughs, zero guilt. “Why do you sound mad? You’re breathing so heavy.”
Why am I breathing heavy? Why is she fucking asking about this shit when there’s an emergency?
“Why do you sound normal?” My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. “Is Dad okay?”
She pauses. “Yeah, he’s fine. Why?”
My shoulders relax a fraction. “Is Mom okay?”
“Yeah. She and I were on the phone.”
I hesitate, breath coming in bursts as if I’ve just done laps around the ice rink. “Did something happen?”
“No, nothing happened. Why are you being weird?”
For the love of God, she knows I have a goddamn date—so why is she calling if neither of my parents are in a crisis and nothing horrible has occurred?
“Sutton.” She better say something quick so I can unclench my ass cheeks.
She sighs dramatically. “Oh my god, Aaron. Relax.”
Yeah, not that.
“I’m not relaxing until you tell me why you called me four times!”
Giggle, giggle. “It was three.”
I’m literally going to kill her.
“Close enough.”
Juliette is still perched on the counter, watching with wide, horrified eyes, clutching her shirt to her bare chest as if my sister is going to burst through my door and catch us being naughty.
Sutton’s voice lowers to a whisper. “Are you still on your date?”
“Yes.” I grind my jaw so hard I can feel it in my temples.