Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
When I lift my head, her eyes are glazed. “You still with me?”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “Barely.”
“That’s not good enough.” I kiss her softly. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“You have me.”
She slides her hands down my chest to my belt. Her fingers fumble with the buckle, and I cover them with mine. “We don’t have to rush.”
I can hear the frustration in her voice. “I’m not rushing; you're just wearing too many clothes.”
I laugh and help her. Once I’m out of my jeans, her eyes widen. I have to bite back a groan at the way she looks at me.
“Still want me?” I ask.
Her gaze lifts to mine. “Yes.”
I reach for the button on her jeans, but I wait until she nods before opening them. I ease them down her legs slowly, kissing the soft skin I uncover as I go. When she’s standing in front of me in nothing but her panties, she looks nervous again. I rise and pull her against my chest.
“You’re safe with me.”
She leans into me. “I know.”
I cup her face in my hands and search her eyes. “Do you? I would never hurt you.”
She says it again. “I know.”
I kiss her lips, and she tilts her head to the side so I can deepen the kiss. I lift her and place her gently in the center of the bed. She watches me as I lie beside her and run my hand slowly down her body.
I don’t rush because I know I don’t want this night to end. I slide my hand between her thighs, and her breath catches.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” She moans.
I stroke her through the thin fabric, and her hips lift toward my hand. The more I touch her, the wetter she gets. I slide her panties down and toss them aside, then return my hand to her.
She grips my arm. “Guy.”
“I’ve got you.”
I touch her slowly at first, watching her face and learning what she likes. When I circle her clit, her eyes close and her head presses back into the pillows. “Look at me.”
Her eyes open.
“That’s it, honey.”
Her body tightens, and I can feel how close she is.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I groan. “I’m not stopping.”
I keep my eyes on her as she falls apart. She clenches the blanket and cries out my name.
I hold her through it, kissing her temple and telling her how beautiful she is. When her breathing finally slows, I brush her hair away from her face. “You okay?”
She nods, still catching her breath. “I’m better than okay.”
I smile and kiss her. She reaches for me, but I stop her hand. “We should talk.”
Her eyebrows rise. “You want to talk? Now?”
I brush a stray hair off her face. “Have you done this before?”
CHAPTER 12
NICOLE
My cheeks heat, and I sit up in the bed to glare at him. “Are you asking if I’ve had sex before or if I’ve ever had an orgasm with a man before? Is my inexperience that obvious?”
Guy puts his hand on my shoulder. “I’m just trying to take care of you, Nicole.”
I huff out a breath and fall back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. I’m embarrassed, but I also know he isn’t trying to make me feel that way. If anything, he looks concerned. “I had sex one time my senior year of high school, but it wasn’t memorable at all.” I turn my head to look at him. “And until tonight, a man has never given me an orgasm.”
Guy blows out a slow breath. His jaw tightens, and for a second, he looks like he’s trying to get himself under control.
I shake my head. “So help me, Guy Brody, if you tell me we can’t do this…”
He squeezes my arm and then lets go. “No, I’m not saying that at all. I want you too much.”
I prop my head on my hand. “Your turn. Are we going to talk about your sexual history now?”
He cups my face, and the way he looks at me makes my stomach flip.
“I have a feeling that after tonight, I won’t be able to remember one woman before you.”
I roll my eyes even though my chest warms. “You’re smooth, Brody.”
He rolls away from me and reaches down for his jeans on the floor. When he pulls a condom from his wallet, I look from the little square package to his face. “I would think you’d have a box of those in your nightstand.”
I hate the insecurity that creeps into my voice. Guy must hear it because he immediately moves over me, bracing himself above me.
“You’re the first woman I’ve brought to my house.”
My eyebrows shoot up. There’s no way. Guy Brody has been photographed with some of the most beautiful women in the world and he’s telling me none of them have been here?
I reach for the condom in his hand. “Can I help you with that? I want to touch you, Guy.”