Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
His hold on my hand tightened, but he didn’t say anything. When the silence got to me, I finally opened my eyes. His lips were pressed into a line, and a muscle jumped in his jaw, but he didn’t seem nearly as angry as I expected.
Then he shocked me by murmuring, “You don’t keep shit from me, Cecily.”
I thought he’d get angry about me leaving and maybe even try to talk me out of it. Instead, he was mad that I hadn’t talked to him about what was bothering me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”
He reached over, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. One hand cupped the back of my neck as he brought his mouth to mine. His kiss was deep and a little punishing. Like he was reminding me exactly who I belonged to. I melted into it like always, my fingers gripping into his shirt as heat flooded my body.
When he finally pulled back, I was breathless. But I still forced the question out because his reaction had thrown me for a loop. “What do we do now?”
His thumb stroked along my jaw. “We’ll figure it out.”
He said it so simply, as though it was obvious that we’d come up with a plan that would work. I wanted so badly to believe him. I even thought about asking him to come with me to California, but the question stuck in my throat. I was too scared that he’d say no, and I’d be crushed.
So instead, I let him distract me completely. I knew I was only delaying the inevitable. But I wanted to pretend we could have everything. At least for tonight.
14
TYRE
The softness of Cecily’s curves pressed flush against me as my mouth crashed down onto hers. I didn’t ease into the kiss, claiming every inch of her mouth until I felt her melt completely against me. Then my hands moved down her sides, tightening on her hips to anchor her in place as she rocked into me. I groaned at the sensation, the heat of her body burning straight through the thin layers of clothing between us.
Her fingers clenched my shirt, and she pulled me even closer, matching my hunger with her own. The quiet room quickly filled with her desperate moans and the faint sounds of our heavy breathing. Every sound she made tightened the need in my core, driving my blood faster and hotter until my cock was painfully hard, straining against the confines of my jeans.
My hands moved slowly over her body, deliberately savoring the delicate curves I loved. I tugged her shirt up inch by slow, torturous inch, breaking our kiss just long enough to peel it off her completely. My mouth dragged along the curve of her jaw and down the slender column of her neck, my teeth scraping softly over the spot where her pulse hammered rapidly beneath her skin. The salty taste of her filled my senses, driving me nearly mad with the urge to taste every inch of her.
“Ares,” she gasped, her voice ragged and edged with need. Her hips rocked insistently against mine, seeking friction. Desperate for more.
“Patience, baby,” I growled against her neck, dragging my mouth lower to tease the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat. “I’m gonna take my damn time with you tonight.”
I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside without hesitation, baring her perfect tits to my hungry gaze. A rough groan escaped my lips as I cupped them in my palms, feeling their warm weight against my skin. She arched into my touch, her breath quickening as I bent down, taking one rigid peak into my mouth, sucking hard, and biting just enough to make her gasp and writhe on my lap.
“You taste so fucking good.” I slid my tongue around the sensitive tip, then switched to the other breast, giving it the same rough attention. Her thighs tightened around me as her fingers gripped my shoulders, and the pleading sounds escaping her lips were the best kind of torture.
My hands slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings. She lifted herself slightly, helping me pull them off, leaving her bare and trembling in my lap. My eyes dropped hungrily over every inch of her exposed skin, lingering before I moved forward, easing her onto her back on the buttery soft leather of the couch. Her hair fanned out around her like a dark-red halo, her flushed skin glowing in the dim lamplight.
Her thighs parted when I settled between them, her gaze fixed heavily on mine as I brushed my mouth along her thigh. Teasing and tasting while I breathed in her intoxicating scent. I didn’t rush until finally I reached her hot, slick center, loving how her eyes filled with desperate need.