Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
When he’s kneeling before me, his eyes track my middle and land on my hip bone. He rubs the pad of his thumb on the spot, then glances up at me with a wry grin. “I like this freckle.” He kisses it, making me smile in response.
Keats stands, lifting me with him. Our bodies are naked and pressed together as he moves us to the bed and lays me down. I don’t scramble, forcing myself to stay out of my comfort zone for the payoff, but I do dip my legs under the covers on the far side from him. When he climbs in next to me, there’s very little room to spare. We’re close, so close we don’t take up the entire mattress.
As if we’re being chased, we kiss like time is of the essence. Our lips caressing leads to hands wandering. The heat of his palms on my cheeks, and my shoulders, and in my hair. His legs rub against mine as I arch into him. The need builds as seconds become minutes, and minutes slip away in the incredible feeling of our bodies being turned on.
A moan escapes as I shamelessly rub myself against him, craving more than kisses and sweet touching. “I want you,” I whisper, so ready for more of him.
But when he shifts, a bout of insecurity strikes when I realize that this is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I didn’t ogle him, not to be rude, but feeling his erection against my leg has me wishing I did, so I know what I’m getting into. Or what’s getting into me, technically. I smirk. This doesn’t have to be serious, I convince myself. We can have fun after all.
His fingers dig into my hair and dip to massage the back of my neck as we roll to our sides with him hovering over me. He kisses my chest and swirls his tongue around one nipple and the other before looking up. “I need to get protect—”
“I’m on birth control.” I wrap my arms around him to hold him right where he is so he can’t escape.
Lowering to kiss just under my ear, he whispers, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” It doesn’t take but half a breath to feel him between my legs. With his hands planted on either side of me, he dips down to kiss me, and again, while the tip of his dick nudges forward. He pushes against my entrance, causing me to suck in a harsh breath.
“You okay there?” I nod, but I’ve lost my voice. Focusing on his eyes, I start to count down with each breath I take. He drops his head just slightly as a line between his brows forms. “Why are you counting?”
Oh no. “Um . . . I thought that was in my head.”
“Are you nervous?”
Do I lie? My instincts tell me yes, but that’s not who I am with him. “Yes, a little.”
Concern wrinkles his forehead. “How can I make it better?”
His sweet tone has me relaxing. I nod in reassurance. “I already am.”
His expression shows relief as he gives me a gentle smile. “When I ask if you’re all right, I really want to know. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper while the ache in my belly for him spreads to my limbs. “I’m okay. I really am. I just want to be with you.”
His gaze stays on mine as if he expects to find another answer hiding in my eyes. Leaning in again, he drags his tongue over my bottom lip, punctuating it with a kiss to the corner of my mouth. A rogue smile redirects his expression before he whispers, “I’m going to make you feel so good, Spark.”
I touch his face, tapping across his jawline and admiring how handsome he is. My pulse quickens, knowing I’m the lucky one who gets to be with him. It’s my heart I worry about when he says things like me being a dream he can’t believe. At the rate I’m falling, I can only hope it doesn’t get broken.
He presses his body to mine where I’d been missing his heat. I steal a kiss before he nudges my head to access my neck, making me smile as I close my eyes and savor his mouth against my skin. Not like I’d deny him or anything else he asked, but I wrap my arms around him just to relish the feeling, which has been jumbled since we shared a cigarette.
He places one softer kiss on my lips as his hand travels down my body to a lower destination. He shifts, and the pressure of his erection returns between my legs. With his eyes on mine, he pushes into me. My mouth falls open as a gasp takes hold. It’s all so quick, him taking possession of my lips and breath, my thoughts, and my entire being as he slides all the way in and back out again. With another slow thrust forward, he exhales a satisfying moan. I grab on to him, needing a reprieve to acclimate. “Wait.”