Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Lacey is a virgin, a fact she admitted through tears as she explained all the arguments she’d had with my brother because of it.
I try very fucking hard not to think about that particular fact as my gaze stays glued to her body while she dances. My eyes flick to the side when movement catches the edge of my vision. A man’s approaching her, a drink in his hand and a smirk on his face. My chest grows tight and my jaw aches with how hard I’m clenching it as he stops beside her, trying to join in her dancing.
Lacey pauses, her eyes going wide as she stares up at him. She takes a step back, and he follows, not allowing her the distance she clearly wants.
Rage floods my veins, and before I know it, I’m on my feet, not giving a single fuck when someone immediately takes my seat. Nothing else matters but Lacey.
“...come on, dance with me,” the random guy is saying as I get close enough to hear them. Lacey shakes her head, and the glint of discomfort in her bright blue eyes snaps something inside me.
The second I’m close enough, I grab the guy’s shoulder and throw him away from Lacey, forcing him to give her the space she’s so clearly asked for already.
“Get the fuck away from my girl,” I snap at the man, my voice coming out as a growl. Even over the thump of the music, I know he hears me loud and clear.
Lacey hears me too, if the breathy gasp that leaves her pouty lips is any indication.
“Whoa, dude, calm down,” the guy says back, pulling a face as he looks between me and Lacey.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” I snarl, having no qualms about punching this asshole if he doesn’t leave her alone in the next two fucking seconds.
The dude mutters something under his breath, sneers at Lacey, then stalks off to the bar. When he’s out of sight, I turn back to Lacey, focusing all my attention on her again.
I know she’s as sober as I am, but her pupils are blown wide, consuming the beautiful blue. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed. She’s staring at me with an expression I’ve only ever dreamt of.
“Are you okay, Lace?” I ask, stepping close to her so she can hear me over the music and the crowd. I don’t want to have to shout at her just so she can understand what I’m saying.
She nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I watch the move with interest, my cock hardening further. Christ.
“I think so,” she murmurs back, taking a step closer to me so that we’re almost touching. “I just…um…I feel a little flushed.”
I blink at her, scrambling for some self-control. But fuck when she’s looking at me like that, I can’t find a single thread of control. She’s been wearing it down for months.
Her hand comes up to rest on my chest, and I break.
One hand around her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck, I drag Lacey against me and kiss her the way I’ve been dying to for months. The first taste of her, sweet and sultry, makes me groan against her mouth.
Lacey kisses me back without any hesitation, her hand fisting my shirt against my chest. Her lips part as she makes an addictive little whimpering sound that goes straight to my cock, and when she flicks her tongue against mine, I feel as though she’s set me on fire.
I hope the asshole that tried to hit on her is watching. I hope everyone in this fucking place is watching. I’m staking my claim, announcing it to both us and the world: this girl is mine.
I need more. I need all of her. Hell, I’m so out of my mind with lust from our kiss that I’m seconds away from fucking her right here in the middle of the dance floor.
“More,” Lacey whines when I pull away from the kiss. Her eyes are glassy with lust, her breaths coming in heavy pants that make her breasts bounce, her lips swollen and wet from kisses.
“Yes,” I agree, voice husky. “More.”
She clings to me as I wrap my arm around her waist and rush us off the dance floor, away from the crowd. I want to throw her over my shoulder and sprint the fuck away from here, but she’s wearing a dress and I refuse to let a single person in this place get a glimpse at her perfect ass.
I make a beeline straight for the bathrooms. Without checking if anyone else is in line waiting, I yank open the door, thankful that the bathrooms here are single-stall rooms. I slam it behind us, locking it without letting go of her, and then finally gather her up into my arms fully, lifting her so she sits on the edge of the counter next to the sink.