Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Her lips part, and my tongue slides in, hot and hungry. She tastes like strawberries and something uniquely Naomi, and I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough. Her slide up my chest to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer like she’s trying to climb inside me. I press her against the door, my body pinning hers, and she lets out a little moan that goes straight to my dick.
My hands slip from her waist down to her spectacular ass. I grab a handful of that perfect fucking ass and squeeze, and she gasps into my mouth. Her hips grind against mine, and I can feel how wet she is even through our clothes. Fuck, I want to rip that barely legal skirt off and bury myself in her sweet pussy right here on the porch.
Her tongue duels with mine as her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it up so she can get to my skin. Her nails drag down my back, and I groan into her mouth. I’m so hard it hurts, and I know her damp panties aren’t disguising how much I want her. She breaks the kiss for a second, panting, and I take the chance to trail my lips down her neck, sucking and biting until she’s squirming against me.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I’m about to drop to my knees and show her exactly what my mouth can do when I hear a throat clearing behind us. I pull back reluctantly, my lips still tingling, and glance up to see a younger of Naomi standing there, arms crossed, smirking like we’re her entertainment.
“Casey.” Naomi turns and hisses at her sister while I will my cock to go the fuck down.
“You’re giving the neighborhood quite the show.” Her sister looks back and forth between us. “You’re lucky it was me and not mom who caught you doing the dirty on the front porch.”
“We weren’t—” Naomi starts but the teenager has already flitted off.
“Yes, we were.” I lean down and give her a much more sedate kiss on her soft lips. “We’ll have to try again. In private next time.” I tell her as I step back.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you at work, Mr. Security Man,” she says, and slips inside before we’re tempted to finish what we started.
I stand there for a minute, hands in my pockets, staring at the door while remembering the feel of her lips moving under mine. Fuck. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want all of her.
As I head back to my apartment, I know sleep is going to be impossible.
CHAPTER 7
NAOMI
At five minutes until six, I catch sight of Wyatt’s SUV rolling up the street just as I’m digging in the depths of my closet for the one pair of heels that don’t make my toes beg for mercy. The glossy black SUV has zero bumper stickers, tinted windows and matches Wyatt perfectly.
I give my reflection one final glance. My hair is curly and big, as controlled as it's going to get. The dress is a deep green, just shy of scandalous but not so fancy that I look like I'm trying to impress a board of directors. My makeup features a dramatic eye because why the hell not, and I have on a little more lipstick than I usually wear. Tonight, is all about seducing Wyatt. I’m tired of waiting for him to make the first move.
I feel the panic starting to rise but I push it aside telling myself to trust my feelings for Wyatt. I stare myself down in the mirror, give my boobs a pep talk, and decide not to care if my curves poke out of my tight dress.
There’s a loud knock on the front door and I take a deep breath before pulling it open. My girly parts wake up when I see Wyatt standing there. He’s traded his usual black t-shirt for a dark blue button up that makes his eyes look feral, and his tight dress pants hug his muscular thighs perfectly. He’s holding a single red rose which turns my insides to goo.
“Wow,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. The word wraps around my brain, sending a shiver down my spine that lands right between my thighs. His eyes darken like a storm cloud ready to burst, and I swear I can feel the heat radiating off him from three feet away. “You look stunning, Fever.”
I take the rose he’s holding out, my fingers brushing against his, and the contact is electric. I bring the flower to my nose, inhaling its scent, but all I can smell is him. I feel my cheeks flush like a freaking schoolgirl. “Thanks,” I manage to choke out, embarrassed to hear my voice trembling.
“If you’re good,” he murmurs, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my lips, “you’ll get the other eleven later tonight.” His voice is a promise, a threat, an invitation to sin. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel my panties getting damp just thinking about what “later tonight” might entail.