Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Fuck, I’m in love with her.
I am, aren’t I?
It’s already too late to walk myself back from this ledge.
I’m still reeling from the realization when she adds in a shakier voice, “I was just trying to make myself want someone I could actually have, okay?”
Someone she could have.
Because she can’t have me.
She didn’t say it flat out, but the truth is right there, shimmering in her pained brown eyes. And suddenly, I can’t understand why we’re doing this. Why we’re denying ourselves what we both clearly want so damned badly.
Before she can say another word, I step in fast and close, cupping her face in my hands and crushing my mouth to hers.
And God, it’s good.
Instantly good.
Instantly, as sweet and hot and right as anything that’s ever happened to my lips, as she opens for me with a moan of relief that echoes through my bones. Her hands fist in my shirt as she drags me closer, until we collide with the cinder block and she arches off it, pressing against me while I wrap her up in my arms.
She’s hot, burning up from all that work on the dance floor, and I am, too. Hot and already so hard, I know she has to feel it as she rocks against me as we kiss.
Good, I think.
Let her know what she does to me.
The way she makes me want her like nothing else.
Our tongues stroke and spar, our hands everywhere as the self-control shatters on both sides. My hands slide down, over the curve of her waist, gripping her ass, shifting position until the ridge of my erection grinds over her clit.
She cries out, soft and low, her nails biting through the cotton of my shirt as she clings to me. “Yes, yes,” she pants. “God, Dean, don’t stop.”
I don’t.
I don’t even think about it.
I fuck her mouth with my tongue while I ride her through our clothes, every hitch of her breath driving me closer to the edge. At this rate, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Not right now. Not when I can tell she’s about to explode.
I skim a hand up under her pathetic excuse for a shirt, planning to tug down her bra, only to discover she’s not wearing one.
Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra, and now my head is fully spinning as I palm the perfect weight of her, her nipple pulling tight beneath my thumb.
I rub, roll, and pinch until she whimpers low in her throat, and her hips work more frantically against mine. An uncivilized sound bursts from my chest as I fight the urge to lose it, a groan like a mountain man who’s been wandering the woods for years without a woman in sight. And now, the sexiest woman on earth is not only in sight, but she’s in my arms, her skin hot on mine, about two seconds away from coming for me.
God, I need her to come for me.
I need it so bad, and I need to feel it. I need her pussy soaking my fingers again like that night in my truck.
I reach between us with shaking hands. Pop the button on her jeans. Drag the zipper down and shove my fingers into her panties. And fuck. Fuck, she’s soaked—drenched and so ready to take me—that I’m tempted to open my own zipper. To fuck her against the wall.
But thank God some shred of common sense prevails.
I can’t risk getting caught with my pants down at a family pizza center…but I can risk two fingers in this slick little cunt. This slick, tight, perfect cunt that instantly starts to clutch around me as I grind my thumb against Clover’s clit.
“Dean,” she gasps, beginning to tremble. “Oh, Dean. Oh, God, yes. Yes!”
I pull back just enough to see her face—I need to see her, need to imprint every second of this into my permanent memory—to find her jaw dropped and her throat working. Then she winces hard, her head falling back with a cry as the wave hits.
Her pussy pulses around my fingers, coating my hand with more slickness as I rasp, “Beautiful, you’re so fucking beautiful. Look at me, Clover. Look at me while I make you come.”
Her eyes crack open, her gaze locking with mine as I continue to fuck her with my hand, until she’s shaking and sobbing and coming for me a second time.
Until I’m not sure either of us will survive much more of this.
I gentle my touch, holding her up as she sucks air, barely able to stand myself as she rides the wave back down to earth.
By the time she’s upright on her own, I’m pretty sure every drop of blood in my body is throbbing in my cock, in my balls, now so swollen and full, it’s painful.