Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
“Who the fuck taught you how to kiss like this?” he growled against her soft lips.
Her fingers forked into his hair, jerking his head to the side to tease him with the tip of her tongue. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
The thought of anyone else touching her made him rabid. He cupped her jaw, taking back control, and she gave it over to him. Her leg hooked around his, and he lifted her.
His hips flexed as she moaned into his mouth, and he yanked her sweater aside, spreading open-mouthed kisses down her shoulder.
“Grey,” she breathed his name like a plea, and his cock pulsed.
Her shirt drooped low. One little nudge and—
“Fuck.” He paused and panted, his stare fixed on her breasts. The cotton sports bra was the only thing stopping him.
“Greyson?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey.”
“Sorry. I… I need a second to think.”
What were they doing? He was kissing Wren. They didn’t do this. This was dangerous. Too far, and there would be no undoing it. But she felt perfect in his arms, and he had a slab of granite in his pants. He could take her right here, and no one would ever need to know.
No.
He couldn’t.
Not with her.
Panicked, he tried to step back, but she caught him by the shirt.
“Greyson, you can’t leave me like this.”
His gaze snapped from her bra to her face, and his heart jolted. She appeared on the verge of an orgasm, but from what? They’d only kissed.
“Please. Don’t stop. Not yet.”
His cock twitched. He was so screwed. “Wren—”
“Just…pretend it’s not me.”
He frowned. As if that could ever be possible.
Slowly, she reached behind her neck and loosened the clasp of her bra. “Oops.”
What was she doing to him? This was insane.
Her hand dragged slowly between her breasts, pulling the loose cotton lower until the pink crescent of her areola showed. “I want you to do it...”
“Fuck me.” Yanking down the front of her cotton bra, her breasts popped free—nipples tight and stiff. He closed his mouth over one tip and sucked hard.
She arched into him and gasped, scraping her nails over his shoulders. He ground his hips against her, pushing her into the wall.
“Take this off.” One quick move and her arms were free, breasts fully exposed.
Her breathing turned erratic when he cupped her possessively. “Is this what you wanted? To see me lose control?”
“I don’t know.”
“You know.”
“Yes. Maybe.” She gasped when his teeth scraped over the sensitive tip.
“I’m not someone you should taunt.” He sucked her nipples harder, darkening the tips. Part of him wanted to punish her for making him lose control.
His hand shoved into those ridiculous harem pants she wore to teach her yoga classes. Wet heat met his fingers as he parted her folds, sliding into her slit until she made a sound of distress, and he stilled.
“What’s wrong?”
Her confidence vanished and her words came out in a stammer. “N-nothing.”
Suddenly feeling like a monster, he pulled his hand free. “You did this on purpose.”
“No, Greyson—”
“Damn it, Wren!” He dragged a hand through his hair, angry that she would be so reckless. “What were you thinking?”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. I told you there are rules. We don’t do this. Ever.”
“Those are your rules, Greyson. Not mine.”
“What are you trying to prove? You think because you can get a man to fuck you that somehow changes the situation? I told you no and you pushed anyway.”
“I guess you had absolutely nothing to do with this.” She waved a hand at her bare breasts.
“Cover yourself.”
She lifted her chin in defiance. “No. Not until you admit that you liked putting your hands on me.”
What he liked was irrelevant. “We’re done here.”
“Greyson—”
“Wren, we’re done,” he snapped, once again facing her. “This was a mistake.”
She flinched, and tears sprang to her eyes. Her nipples were still wet from his mouth, and her breasts were rosy from the scruff of his beard.
“For the love of God, fix your shirt.”
With shaky hands, she righted her clothes. “You don’t have to be such an asshole.”
“I told you not to push me. Why do you do that?”
“I barely did anything.”
“Bullshit. You followed me in here and purposely provoked me. What did you think would happen?”
Her lips firmed into a flat line, and she narrowed her eyes. “I guess I thought you might be honest for once.”
“I’m always honest.”
“Not with me. Not about your feelings. We’re not little kids anymore, Greyson. I just celebrated my thirtieth birthday.”
“I’m perfectly aware we’re not children and I bought your damn cake candles so I know how old you are.”
“Then act like a man and admit there’s something happening between us.”
The breath in his lungs turned chilled. She’d never actually called him out like that.
When he remained silent, she frowned. “Do you hate me so much?”
“Hate you?”
“When you like someone you don’t punish them this much.”
Is that what she thought? “I’ve only ever wanted to protect you.”