Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“But you’re in control of—”
“I have no control,” I snapped. “Not really. It’s just an illusion, Johnny. You’re right not to trust me. I don’t always trust myself. And I assure you, I am the least heroic person you’ll ever meet. The craziest thing about me is that I can’t stop trying.”
Johnny’s mouth fell open. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when he finally closed it. “I don’t know why, but I’m very turned-on right now.”
I threw my head back and guffawed. “Honesty does something for you, eh?”
“Yeah, it does.” He licked his lips, nodding absently. “I know you’re a bad idea, and I bet you think I’m a worse one, but I want you.”
“What do you want? Be clear.” My voice had a gravelly, sex-hazed tone. It took serious willpower not to leap across the table and devour him whole.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Hard?”
His eyes fluttered and his nostrils flared in response. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Please.”
I stood slowly and held out my hand. “Invite me inside, Johnny.”
He nodded in agreement and shot to his feet.
6
Johnny
This was what I’d wanted all along. Sex. That was it. Nothing deep, nothing crazy. Just sex.
I had this part figured out. In fact, the script was already written. When Sean insisted on talking in person and even offered to bring pizza, all I had to do was ply him with alcohol, push my sweats low on my hips, and flirt. I hadn’t counted on him pissing me off or witnessing him unravel just enough to show a glimpse of the man under the armor. That flash of weakness undid me. It was just a tease, but it was enough to spark a tsunami of questions I hadn’t begun to formulate.
See, here’s the thing about me…I’m a sucker and a romantic. Broken-warrior stories got me every time. And yeah, the irony of my kind of broken attempting to fix him didn’t escape me. Though at the moment, the only thing I was interested in fixing was his dick.
I switched off the outdoor heater and felt him move behind me. He set his hands on my hips and nuzzled my neck. He licked a path along my throat, dipping his fingers under the elastic of my sweats. My cock swelled in anticipation, and I might have made a needy groan when I felt his erection nudge my ass. Fuck, that was nice.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” he purred in my ear, nibbling my lobe.
I shivered in response. “Did what?”
“No boxers.” He pulled the fabric over one cheek and tilted his hips, lining his obvious erection with my crack.
I wiggled my hips to urge him on. I wanted him to grind and writhe and put his hands all over me, but he chuckled softly and pulled away instead.
“Don’t you want—”
Sean crashed his mouth over mine. He took over, controlling the kiss effortlessly as he tilted his head and thrust his tongue inside…twisting, licking, and sucking. His hands were everywhere. He raked his fingers through my hair and cupped my neck before roaming my sides under his suit coat and finally resting on my ass. My bare ass.
I hummed my approval when he kneaded my ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling, then tracing my crease with a featherlight tease.
“I want this to be mine,” he growled in my ear.
“Fuck, me too. Come inside.”
He tugged my arm. “I like the way that sounds.”
“Come inside?” My smile was deceptively languid. “That’s dirty as fuck. I love it.”
“I know you do.” Sean nipped my bottom lip and smacked my ass. Hard. “Bedroom?”
I led him through the house and down the hall to the master bedroom. The lamp next to my bed cast long shadows across the king-sized bed and the flat-screen TV on the opposite wall. Sean slipped his coat off my shoulders and tossed it to the end of the mattress, then pulled me against his muscular chest. I expected him to go caveman on me and continue where we’d left off outside with manic kisses and greedy groping. But he changed the tempo.
He flicked his tongue at the corner of my mouth and licked my lips, holding me still with his hand on my hip when I tried to pull my shirt off.
“Slow, baby. There’s no hurry.”
“Are you kidding me?” I shoved at his chest and yanked my sweatpants down, freeing my aching cock as I kicked the fabric away. Then I wrapped my fist around the base, presenting myself like a gift. “This hurts. Fix it.”
Sean chuckled. “I can do that. But you’re going to listen to me.”
I tugged my T-shirt over my head and flung it across the room. “Huh?”
“You heard me. Where’s your lube?”
“In the drawer.”
“Get it.”
I opened my nightstand drawer and tossed the bottle of lube and a condom onto my unmade bed before turning to undo the buttons on his oxford shirt while he unbuckled his belt. He captured my wrist when I lowered my hand to his zipper.