Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
I don’t often enjoy sex with men because so many of them just don’t get it. But this man… God, there’s something about him. He ate me out like he’d never tasted anything as good as me before. And the way he watched the whole time, as if my eyes were guiding him how to lick, how deep to go, when to stroke and suck. A filthy tableau of tastes and sounds and sensations, and it was perfect.
True to Petra’s wishes, he didn’t fuck me, but his stare went deep. It was penetrative. I felt it thrusting into some part of my soul that no one has ever touched. Maybe that no one else even knew existed.
Shit.
It all sounds far-fetched. This only happens in the movies, this instant connection. I’m not naive enough to call it love at first sight. Not love and not sight, but shake. Maybe it’s an earthquake. A shaking of my surface that started the moment I saw him, and there is a fissure clearly dividing the hours before I knew him from the hours since.
My fingers tingle with the desire to reach out and touch his face as he sleeps, to test the textures of him with my fingertips.
“Do you creep on all the guys you do threesomes with?” he whispers, eyes still closed.
I gasp and scoot back a little, freezing when Petra stirs, but she just mumbles something about metatarsals, squeezes my breast, and resettles behind me. Monk’s chuckle rolls out low and soft, a quick breath before he opens his eyes to meet mine.
“Remember, this was my first one,” I whisper back, fighting off a smile. “And I wasn’t creeping. I was…”
He raises both brows over sleepy eyes, a small smile twitching one corner of his mouth. “You were…?”
“Never mind.” I drop my gaze, only to be distracted by the topography of his torso. He’s leanly muscled, not bulky, but his abs are corrugated, and the muscles at his hips are well-defined. When Petra was studying for an anatomy exam, she told me technically that the V guys have is called the inguinal ligament, but I prefer Adonis belt. Especially on him.
He’s not Adonis, though. He’s not a man so handsome you’d think he was a model or a famous actor, but there’s something there beneath his skin that makes him irresistible.
To me.
“Are you sure this isn’t creeping?” he whispers, his grin widening. “Because the staring is pretty consistent with creeping behavior.”
“Sorry.” I drag my eyes from his hips where the sheets pool. “I’m making this awkward, huh?”
“I don’t feel awkward.” His smile stays fixed, but his eyes search my face, seeming to catalog each feature, one by one. “But I should get going.”
I bite my lip so I won’t ask him to stay.
He carefully rolls to his side and sits up, the sheets drooping to show the top half of his ass. The muscles of his back contract when he stretches and stands, graceful and naked and toned, unselfconscious as he slides on his boxers. He bundles his jeans, sweater, and boots in his arms and heads for the bedroom door.
He pauses and asks over one naked shoulder, “Lock up after me?”
“Oh,” I say, pushing the tangled hair out of my face. “Yeah, sure.”
I slip out of bed and wish I could be as casual as he seems to be about all of this. I grab Petra’s satin robe from the bench at the foot of the bed and pull it on over my nakedness. He doesn’t leave the room, but watches me, his gaze roving over my body in the faint light like he’s never seen me before. Our eyes hold, and the silence throbs with something so loud I’m surprised it doesn’t wake Petra. He finally drops his eyes and turns away.
Out in the living room, Monk zips up his jeans and pulls the sweater over his head. Barefoot, he pads to the door, a boot dangling from each index finger.
“Is ‘thank you’ the appropriate response after a threesome?” he asks wryly, pulling on his socks and boots.
“I wouldn’t know.” I wrap my arms around my waist and force out a laugh. “I’m no expert.”
“Why tonight?” He leans against the wall of the tiny foyer, bending to put on his other boot. “Why me?”
Unprepared for the question, I gulp and tighten the robe’s sash. “Um… I don’t know. Gotta start somewhere?”
He blinks at me for a second, and I realize how inane that answer was. He sputters a choked chuckle, which makes me laugh, and before I know it, we’re both laughing uncontrollably. I rush over to him and grab his arm, barely able to get out the words.
“Shhhh!” I press my hand across his mouth. “You’ll wake up Petra.”
I let my hand drop until only my fingertips graze his lips. The contact singes my nerve endings through the thin skin of my fingers. Our amusement drains away and we face each other, a few inches separating our bodies, his back against one wall of the narrow entryway. I step away, snapping the thread of awareness connecting us, to press my back against the opposite wall.