Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I pull back, not because I want to, but if I don’t, this is going to get out of hand and fast like my spinning thoughts. “Damn,” I whisper, and then lick my lips.
Her eyes are lit with desire, and the push of her hips tells me all I need to know about where she wants this to go. But I peel her off the front of my body and set her on her feet again. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I brush some wild strands of hair stuck to her cheeks and tuck them behind her ears. Seeing her now reminds me so much of how she looked back then. She’s more woman than girl, a greater curve from her waist to her hips than I remember, and her tits are fuller, which she made the stars of that tight-fitting jersey. I have a deep-seated craving that she wore it for me. I noticed, alright. Somehow, she’s more stunning than ever if that’s even possible. She was a fucking wet dream back then. Now she’s a goddess before me, so fucking beautiful it hurts. “I was just thinking we might not want to take this much further.”
“Speak for yourself, Twenty-two.” Her hands slide down my chest and then grip onto the hem of my jersey. Not even trying to act shy, she smirks up at me. “I’m perfectly good with moving forward.”
Chuckling, I take hold of her hands before they go lower, where I actually want them. If she goes there, I’m done for. “I think I should take you home.”
“But—”
I touch her lips with my finger, which she promptly kisses, and then her grin returns, blooming even wider for me this time. She’s a little vixen who knows how to get a reaction out of me. This is probably a losing battle, and by losing, I win if we sleep together again. And here I am, trying to be so good . . . “Not because I don’t want you.”
Glad I left my hat in the truck, I run my fingers through my hair without the hassle, and say, “I’ve thought about you more times than would be considered healthy over the years. So when we do this again, it’s not going to be in a tin can of a boat, or against a tree.” Glancing at the truck parked up the hill, I add, “Not even in a truck. It will be where I can appreciate every inch of you all night long without interruption.”
Her eyes search mine as she fists my shirt, but words seem to fail her. Taking a deep breath, she looks down. When she slowly glides her gaze back up, she whispers, “Nights without interruption aren’t something I really have these days.” She takes a quick breath and then opens her mouth as if she wants to say more, but then doesn’t. She licks her lips instead and releases my jersey.
She takes a step back, but I catch her wrist and bring her back. “Hey, I just don’t want you waking up the next day regretting it.”
“Why would I regret it? We’ll use more protection this time.” Ummm, okay . . .
Not sure where that came from, I narrow my eyes, and ask, “What do you mean by more? I wore a condom last time.”
“Did you?” Her brows squeeze together as she stares up at me in question. She seems to have a point to make, but I’m lost on what that might be.
“Of course, I did. I always do.” Bringing her wrist to my mouth, I place a kiss and then another across the soft skin before slipping my hand around hers.
Her head tilts. “All three times?”
“Are we having two different conversations because I can’t make sense of it? What are you getting at?”
She releases a breath and my hand jointly, and then says, “I was on the pill, but that’s not one hundred percent.”
I take a step back, needing space to follow the bricks she’s laying. “Are you saying we didn’t use a condom?”
“One of the times. We ran out because we only had two.”
That’s not a detail I’ve held on to, much less recall at all. “It’s not something I do.”
“Well, you did. The one time,” she emphasizes. “We were drinking, and it was years ago, so I understand why it would slip your mind.”
“But you remember it like it was yesterday. Why is that? Why does it matter now? It’s ancient history.”
She moves out from under the overhang of the large Cypress trees lining the banks of the river. Looking up at the stars, she smiles and then returns her gaze to me. “I just want to make sure there are no accidents, if you know what I mean.”
I nod and move out to see a sky full of stars above us. Texas sure knows how to flaunt her beauty sometimes. “Sure. I know what you mean. That’s another reason not to continue tonight. I don’t have a condom tucked into this baseball uniform.” I crack a smile and give her a wink.