Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Oh my God. I was panting. I could hear it.
“I want to hear how you cry out when I take one of your nipples into my mouth and bite down on it,” he told me as he ran a finger over the edge of my bikini top. Causing me to tremble as he dipped it inside my cleavage. “But I won’t. It’s not what you need. You need a friend, and that’s what I’ll be.” He leaned closer to my ear. “Unlike Calvin, I’ll be honest about it though. How much I want your body. How my cock aches when I think about it.”
My eyes drifted closed as I took in an unsteady breath.
“We’ll be friends,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Good friends. Because I need you too. We’re both grieving. And fucking wouldn’t help us with that.”
I felt him start to move away, and my eyes flew open. I wasn’t ready for him to do that. The rush of pleasure from having him this close didn’t need to end yet.
He slid his finger from between my breasts, then over to my pebbled nipple, which was poking against the material of my bikini top.
“I just need to see one thing. Then I’ll stop. We can swim, lie out in the sun, enjoy our day as friends. You can even ask me more questions,” he said.
“Wh-what?” I stammered, ready to agree to anything.
“I need an accurate visual of your tits. It’s only fair. You’ve seen me naked. Just give me one peek.”
I nodded. Just like that. Never in my life had I been asked something so bold. Yet here this man was, doing it, and I was agreeing.
A low, pleased growl came from his chest. “Turn your back toward the house,” he directed and moved me himself as he gripped my waist. “No one else is getting a look at them.”
Someone else was out here? I started to spin around to see, but his hold on me prohibited it.
“It’s just us. But there are cameras everywhere. I just know where they are.”
Oh. The blast of cool breeze on my nipple caught me by surprise, and I looked down to see my right breast bared as his fingers tugged the other cup from my left breast.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Prettiest damn tits I’ve ever seen. Figures.”
His large, tanned hands palmed both of them, holding their weight. They were more than a handful, even for him. My eyes flicked up to see his face. He was focused on what he was doing. I gasped as his thumbs ran back and forth over the sensitive tips.
“Dammit,” he muttered.
Then the fabric was once again covering me, and his hands were gone.
He stepped back as the corner of his mouth curled up. “Gotta stop there … buddy,” he said, then blew out a ragged-sounding breath.
He wasn’t the first guy to touch me there. But he was the first one whose touch still tingled after his hands were gone. As if he had branded my skin.
“It’s time we go back to those questions,” he told me. “I need a distraction.”
Reluctantly, I nodded. I’d rather he do what he had done again. Make my body hum in a way I’d not known was possible. But he had said we were to be friends. And he didn’t do relationships. I wasn’t the kind of girl who had sex with a guy I wasn’t in a relationship with. I knew all that, yet still, I wanted to experience it all with him.
“Gotta stop looking at me like that, Pickles,” he warned. “I’ll end up taking the edge off right here so you can watch.”
What did he mean by that? I could ask. He’d tell me the truth. But I wasn’t sure I could survive the answer.
I tore my gaze from him and stared back at the lounge chairs. I searched for a question to snap me out of this sexual haze he’d put me under. Anything to neutralize this, us. But the question wanted answered, and it was right on the tip of my tongue when Winslet’s voice put the temptation out.
“I didn’t know you were home today, Forge,” she said cheerily. “I’m glad you kept Elsie company while I rode out my nausea spell.”
“Nothing I enjoy more than entertaining a gorgeous female,” he replied. “You know that.”
Winslet chuckled and shook her head, then pointed at him. “Be careful around that one.”
A little too late for that.
Twenty-Three
Forge
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Press back on my cock like a good girl.”
I wished like hell I had asked to see her bare ass today too. Not having the correct image in my head annoyed me, but it didn’t stop me. I slid my soapy hand over my erection while my other one was pressed against the shower wall.
“You can take it all,” I whispered. “That’s it.”