Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I say, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
He slides his hands under my hoodie, up my back, then tugs it up and over my head in one smooth motion. My hair goes haywire, tumbling everywhere, but Jay just grins, hands settling on my bare waist. His gaze lingers on my chest, which is currently doing its best to escape my cheap Target bra. My face burns, but he looks at me like he’s about ready to make a meal out of me.
He traces his finger up the valley between my breasts, barely touching, just enough to leave a trail of goosebumps. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, and the way he says it melts me from the inside out.
He kisses my collarbone, then down to the top of my chest, trailing kisses over the lace edge of my bra. He glances up, silently asking for permission, and when I nod, he slides a hand up, cups my breast, and groans into my skin as he unhooks my bra.
He tosses it aside while I can’t stop touching him. I run my hands up under his shirt, over his abs, up to his chest. His body is a work of art, but it’s the softness in his eyes that undoes me. He makes me feel like the only girl in the universe.
I tug at his shirt, wanting it off, and he obliges, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His chest is even better than I imagined, all defined muscle and golden skin and a light dusting of hair. I can’t stop my hands from exploring every inch.
We make out like this for ages, hands wandering, mouths exploring, until I’m gasping for air. At some point, Jay lifts me up against his hard body and carries me to his bedroom. He lays me on the navy bedding before kissing down my neck, along my shoulder, then down my side, while his hands map every curve. He moves slowly, always checking, always gentle.
He slides a hand under the waistband of my leggings, pauses, then looks up. “Still good?”
The only thing I can do is nod.
He slides them down, taking my panties with them. The air is cool on my skin, but his hands are hot as hell. He looks at me like he’s burning the image into his brain.
My eyes cross when he kisses my belly, my hip bones, the inside of my thigh. I’m shivering, desperate, but he won’t be rushed. He moves back up, finds my mouth, and kisses me until I’m dizzy again.
Jay is all slow burn and patient hunger. Every touch is careful, deliberate, but there’s an urgency in the way his body presses against mine. I can feel his cock, hard and insistent, trapped between us. I want him to lose control. I want him to take everything.
I run my hand down his chest, over his stomach, and fumble at his waistband before slipping my hand under it to wrap around his hard cock. He’s huge. Like, no joke, my brain stutters for a second at the size of him. He leans back, watching my reaction, and a smug smile tugs at his lips.
His hand slides down, slow as a promise, slipping between my thighs. His fingers are so warm I nearly melt, deft and sure, finding the exact spot that makes me whimper. He presses one finger deep into my wet core and murmurs, “You’re so wet. So fucking perfect.”
I want to say something witty, but all I can manage is a moan. Jay’s fingers work magic between my thighs, and my whole body just stops functioning. He slides his finger deeper, curling it, finding that magic spot inside me that turns my world inside out. My thighs clamp around his hand, and I arch up, desperate, shameless, while his thumb finds my clit and circles it with the perfect amount of pressure. I’m pretty sure my brain is about to explode.
I actually make a noise like a dying cartoon character.
He grins, all wicked and dark, and slides another finger deep inside me, stretching me open in a way that makes my toes curl. My hips buck up off the bed, chasing it, and I can’t even care how insane I must look right now. I want him. I want all of him.
His mouth finds my nipple and sucks, teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp. He pumps his fingers faster, curling them, hitting that wonderful spot inside that makes me clutch at his hair and whimper.
“Oh my God, Jay, please, please, I need you inside me. Please.”
My voice is barely a sound. It’s so desperate I don’t even care. Pride left the building like ten minutes ago. Jay just grins, all dark and dangerous, and shoves his fingers deep one last time while pressing hard on my clit. I actually see stars. Maybe even a whole galaxy.