Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I pause to consider. “I think that would be good. But since this is a fantasy, you’re a teenage virgin who somehow magically knows exactly what to do to me, just like you did in the laundry room.”
Kendrick chuckles. “Okay, I’m a horn dog who’s watched every how-to video he can find online.”
“And your natural instincts are amazing, too.” I laugh with him. “You’re still you, remember? So you’re a musician on this timeline, too. It makes sense you’d be good at feeling . . . a groove.”
Kendrick winks. “You know what they say: drummers make the best lovers.”
“Who says that?”
“Maybe it’s only me.”
It’s not, actually. Kendrick’s lucky tour fling, Tracy, said basically that same thing to her friends, once, while I was standing close enough to overhear everything. In fact, that woman didn’t stop making comments, right and left, about how “amazing” and “fun” and “masterful” Kendrick was in bed. And always within earshot of me. One of those times, I vividly remember her saying, “But that’s drummers for you. They know better than anyone how to keep a steady beat and lay down a dirty groove.” The comment haunted me for months. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure that comment was directly responsible for the sex dream that ended my relationship with Cooper.
“Okay, so . . .” With an exhale, Kendrick grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. “Listen, if you’re not sure you’re ready to do this with me, Ruby—”
“I am. Kendrick, wanting to do a role-play doesn’t mean I’m not—”
“That was me starting.” He winces. “Sorry. I thought we were supposed to jump right into it.”
I giggle. “Oh. Yeah. That was good. Sorry.”
Kendrick makes an adorable face. “Take two?”
“Yep. Go.”
“Do you want to count us off or something?”
“No. Let’s do it. Go.”
He pauses. “Actually, I should shower before we start.” He motions vaguely to his crotch, and, presumably, to the premature ejaculation that’s long since dried down there. “Do you want to join me in the shower and make it part of the role-play, or wait for me in bed, or . . . ? I don’t think virgins would have sex in a shower for their first time.”
“Probably not.”
“We could make out in there, though, while washing up, and then take things to the bed for the actual de-virginization.”
I crack up at his word choice. “I agree, no sex in the shower. I don’t think virgins would necessarily make out in a shower, either, but I can suspend my disbelief on that, if you can.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “I definitely can.”
I laugh again. This time, at the gleam in his eyes.
“Okay, let’s take a shower, then, and make out as our present-day selves. No sex. And then, the role-play will start automatically, the second we get to the bed. No need to say it out loud.”
“Got it. No starting gun. I dig it.”
Without further ado, Kendrick grabs my hand, and we head into his bedroom, grinning like blushing virgins at each other. But my grin isn’t an act or part of a role-play. I’m feeling butterflies in my belly about this plan—about the fact that I’m going to see Kendrick Cook naked and hard, for the very first time, and he’s going to make love to me, like it’s my first time and his.
In the bathroom, we brush our teeth, standing shoulder to shoulder at the sink. No words exchanged. Only goofy smiles. When that task is completed, Kendrick stands before me with blazing blue eyes and wordlessly peels off his shirt, revealing the stunning torso that’s been making me salivate this past week.
Visibly trembling with excitement, Kendrick turns on the shower. And while waiting for the water to heat up, he peels off the rest of his clothes, until he’s standing before me fully nude with his large dick hard and straining toward his abs.
I can’t get out of my dress without some assistance, so I simply stand before him, stock-still and mesmerized, staring at his beautiful, sexy body. He steps toward me, his steely dick leading the way, and comes to a stop mere inches away.
He kisses me, gently, the tip of his hard cock budging up against the fabric of my dress, and my knees physically buckle with anticipation.
Breathing hard, he turns me around and unzips me, and then, still standing behind me, he slowly pulls off my gown, planting kisses to my bare shoulders and neck as the expensive garment falls to the floor.
He turns me around to face him in my panties and kisses me again. But when I touch his hard penis and stroke him, he whispers, “I’m way too turned on for you to do that.”
I shudder and release him, at which point he slowly kneels before me, links his thumbs on either side of my waistband, and pulls my panties down to the floor, as slow as molasses, planting soft kisses onto my belly and hipbone as they go.