Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“Feeling better?” He looks me over approvingly.
“Sure.” If by “better,” he means soup-free. As far as my libido goes, I—
“Did you decide if you want to go to a museum, see a Broadway show, or take a stroll in Central Park for our next date?”
I snort. “That wasn’t as smooth as you probably thought it was.”
At the same time, the idea that there will be another date does all sorts of funny things to the proverbial butterflies in my belly.
“But you’re thinking about it,” he says confidently.
“Am I?” I take my phone out. “Here. Put in your contact info and call your phone so we have a way to get in touch. We’ll work out the details later.”
He accepts my phone and does as I said. When he hands it back to me, his fingers brush mine, and my breath stills in my lungs. My eyes lock with his, and the world around us seems to fade as my skin heats and my heart thuds in a fast, uneven rhythm.
“Kendall…” His voice is low and husky as his gaze falls to my lips. He looks to be in the grip of the same madness, his golden skin tinged with color and his nostrils flaring as he stares at my mouth. “May I kiss you?”
No. No way.
At least that’s what I should say. Because I’ve sworn off men, especially good-looking, charming ones like Ash. Because I don’t need another heartbreak coming so soon on the heels of the last one. Because if he kisses me, it won’t stop there, and it’ll be awkward the next morning. Because—
“Yes.” The word escapes my lips unbidden, and before I can take it back, he swoops in and claims his kiss.
Chapter 8
Ashton
Her lips are the softest, most delicious things I’ve ever tasted. I want more. More of her. More of—
Lips glued to mine, she reaches for the hem of the hoodie I lent her and, pulling back for a second, yanks it off over her head. With a low growl, I drag her back in to resume the kiss, and as our lips meet, I deepen it, exploring her mouth with my tongue as she reaches for her T-shirt.
Fuck, yeah.
My heart rate triples, and my cock reaches new levels of hardness. I need her so badly I all but shake with it. Breathing raggedly, I help her get her T-shirt off as she helps me with mine, each brush of her slim, manicured fingers over my bare skin sending scorching heat through my veins.
By the time those nimble fingers reach for the zipper of my jeans, I’m barely coherent with my need for her. I’ve never wanted a woman so badly, not even as a horny teen before my first fuck. Something about her taste, her feel, the way her body arches against me as her fingers fumble with my fly melts every neuron in my brain, transforming me into a pillaging barbarian. I all but devour her as our clothes drop to the floor in a trail that leads to my bedroom, and then I’m splaying her out on my bed, so overcome by lust it’s all I can do to pull back for a second to take in her sleek, naked curves.
Her creamy, unblemished skin all but glows under the soft light emitted by my bedside lamp, its smoothness unreal as I run my fingers over her slender ribcage and palm her small, round breasts.
“Gorgeous.” The word comes out on a low rasp as I brush my thumbs over her peaked nipples. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.”
Her gaze meets mine, her hazel eyes dark in the dim light. Her pink tongue strokes over her kiss-swollen lips, making my cock jump. “Do you… have a condom?” She darts a glance at my groin, and her eyes widen. “That is, if they make them big enough.”
“Sure.” My voice is hoarse. I tear my gaze away from the naked perfection of her body long enough to rummage in my nightstand and pull out a foil packet that reads “EXTRA LARGE.”
My hands are not entirely steady, so I rip open the packet with my teeth before sheathing myself. She watches hungrily, her chest rising and falling in the most tantalizing manner, and as I climb over her and she reaches for me, pulling me in for another kiss, I know I’m about to lose control.
“I want you,” she whispers in my ear, her breath sending goosebumps down the side of my body as her slender hand curves around my cock, guiding me to the tender opening of her body. “Ash, I—”
I slant my lips over hers, not wanting to hear the wrong name on her lips. I probably should’ve corrected her before now, told her I’m a substitute for the trainer she was supposed to see, but it doesn’t matter now. None of it matters as the head of my cock sinks into her, and I feel how soft and wet she is. So fucking wet and tight I nearly come right then and there.