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)
“No one’s coming to interrupt?”
I sit on the bed and she crawls over my lap, her legs on either side of mine.
“You planning on doing things to me that should not be interrupted?” she teases, holding my face between her hands and leaning down for a devouring kiss. Her passion matches mine, rises to meet me. My hands trace the smooth length of her bare legs, under her skirt to cup her ass.
“You feel so good,” she breathes into our kiss and rocks her hips over me. Scraps of cotton and lace are the only barriers keeping me from the best pussy I’ve ever had… that I haven’t even actually had yet. She flicks her eyes up to meet mine, reaches between us and squeezes me with a sure hand. My dick is like concrete, and as much as I want this to happen now, I force myself to slow down—to stop. I nudge her back until she’s sitting on my legs, her skirt splayed around us and the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room.
“We need to talk before…” I shake my head, struggling to clear the fog of lust rendering coherent thought nearly impossible. “We need to talk.”
“Okay.” She shifts from my lap to sit beside me, sending me a sidelong glance. “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I just…”
“You don’t have to be sorry.” I blow out a breath. “It’s just… I’m already in pretty deep without sex. Once we cross that line, we might not have clear heads for this conversation.”
“So you think it’s gonna be that good, huh?” she asks, scrunching her nose adorably.
I don’t even try for humor, but take her hand and link our fingers. “I think that’s how good we could be together. Period.”
Her smile melts and something akin to fear flickers in her eyes, dents her brows.
“What is it?” I cup her face and match her frown.
“It’s just…” She bites her thumbnail, something warring in her expression before she speaks. “I’ve never felt anything like this pull between us. And as much as I want it, it kind of scares me.”
I brush my thumb over the soft fullness of her bottom lip. “I scare you?”
“I’m not scared of you…” She pauses, her eyes sliding away. “My parents had a very volatile relationship.”
I stiffen and frown. “Like abusive?”
“No, not abusive. My dad loved my mom more than anything in the world. And that’s how she loved him, but it got to be… too much. It ended badly.”
“You said they both died in a fire.”
“It ended badly,” she repeats, blinking rapidly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.” I rub her back and loosely grip her nape. “You don’t have to.”
After a few seconds, her shoulders drop a little and she relaxes beside me.
“Seeing how my parents were together has made me hesitant about going deep with anybody,” she says. “I’ve preferred casual stuff or something like what I had with Petra, which was great, but not… intense. This, with you, feels intense already.”
She rests her back against the wall beside me and lets her head fall to my shoulder. “My mom used to have one of those old-school globes that you could spin. You know the ones?”
“Yeah. My grandfather had one in his office, too.”
“Mama would talk about all the places we would go one day.” Verity releases some mix of a giggle and a sigh. “She would let it spin so fast, and then she’d stop with her finger and wherever it landed, we’d put it on our list. That’s the way I’d describe the night I met you. Like that globe just spinning and spinning, and as soon as I saw you, heard you playing onstage, the world stopped. And there you were.”
“And there you were.” I tip my head to catch her eyes. “I haven’t felt this way before either. We can go as slow as you want. What would make you feel safe? We don’t have to have sex. We can—”
“No, I want to,” she cuts in, burying her face in my shoulder when I laugh at the swiftness of her response. “I promise I’m not always this horny.”
“I don’t mind if you are, as long as it’s only directed at me.”
Her smile fades and she looks at me, her eyes frank and honest.
“About that,” she says. “I’d always assumed being with more than one person violated something, but it didn’t violate what Petra and I had because we agreed to it. Once I set aside what I thought all relationships had to be, and accepted what ours was, that it was open, I was fine.”
“I can respect what you had with her,” I say, laying my words out carefully, “but I want to be clear I’m not interested in that arrangement.”
“I know that. It was a matter of what Petra and I expected from each other—being honest, communicating. You expect monogamy. I have no trouble giving you that. I want that with you and can promise you’ll be the only one.”