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)
The grunt, followed by a growl, comes out of nowhere. I don’t know what it is, but I hate the idea of her living on her own. She shouldn’t be. Hell, she should be living with me. “That doesn’t mean you don’t need good security, Nicole.”
Her expression softens, and I slide my hands around her waist. “I’m serious. I don’t like thinking about you here by yourself.”
She’s searching my face. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know you can take care of yourself.” I lower my forehead to hers. “That doesn’t stop me from wanting to take care of you too.”
For a second, she doesn’t say anything. Then she rises onto her toes and kisses me.
Whatever argument I was about to make about security disappears. My arms close around her, and I pull her against me. She kisses me harder, and her body melts against mine.
She takes my hand and starts walking backward toward the hallway. “I appreciate you wanting to take care of me, and I promise that tomorrow, I’ll work on the doorbell camera and locks, but I was hoping tonight we could spend it doing something else.”
My eyes travel down her lush body. “Please tell me you have a bed in this place.”
She stops. “What if I don’t?”
My whole body is tense. “Then I’d take you on the kitchen counter.”
She seems to think about it but then steps into the open doorway of her bedroom. “I have a bed. Not much else, but I do have a bed.”
She pushes me backward until the backs of my legs hit the mattress. She reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head. Her hands trail down my body, and I sit, expecting her to climb on beside me, but instead she drops to the floor between my knees.
I look at her. “What are you doing?”
She tilts her head to look at me. “Really? You don’t know?”
She doesn’t wait. She reaches for the waistband of my pants and pulls at them.
“Nicole,” I say, thinking I need to slow things down.
She shakes her head. “It’s my turn.”
There’s something different in her expression. She has more confidence tonight, and my already hard cock bulges in my briefs.
I lift my hips, and she pulls my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. My cock bounces between us, and I stare into Nicole’s wide eyes.
She licks her lips, and my hips jerk just watching her. As she presses her tongue to my tip, my head falls back, and a groan escapes me. Fuck, I’m not going to last.
She fists my cock as she takes me down her throat. I lift my head, wanting to watch her even though it’s pure torture. She’s bobbing up and down, and I try to hold myself together, but I’m so close I pull her off me.
Her lips are swollen and wet. “But…”
I kick off my shoes and pull my pants the rest of the way off and then reach for her. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
She stands up and watches me as she pulls her shirt over her head. I grip the side of the bed in my hands. It’s either that or I’m going to reach for her, and I don’t want to do that yet. I want to enjoy this.
She sucks in a breath and then undoes the button on her jeans. I’m literally holding my breath as she pulls the denim down her legs. She steps out of her jeans and then stands up to her full height in only her bra and panties.
I tilt my chin up. “All of it. I want to see all of you.”
A sliver of panic slides across her face, but she pulls her shoulders back and stands taller. My eyes are glued to her as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and I’m drooling as she pulls the material off.
Her breasts are round and her nipples erect. It takes everything in me to stay seated and not reach for her. “More,” I say huskily.
She puts her fingers into the waistband of her panties, peels the silky material down her thighs, and steps out of them. Completely naked, she stands in front of me, and my cock is covered in precum just from the show.
She takes a step toward me, and I tense suddenly. “Wait. I don’t have any condoms.”
She freezes. She opens her mouth and then closes it, shaking her head.
“What?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I uh, am on the pill, but I mean…”
Her voice trails off, and I realize how big this moment is. “Are you sure?”
Her nose scrunches up. “Am I sure I’m on the pill? I mean, yeah, I take it every day to help with my periods.”
I slowly let out a strained breath. “No, I mean are you sure you’re okay with that? I’m safe. I wouldn’t hurt you.”