Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Tilting her head back, she waited for him to speak. Then of course she remembered that he was the one who spoke last. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“What is fine supposed to look like?”
“Why are you hiding in your room?” he asked, completely avoiding the question.
“I’m not.”
He smelled so good.
The closer he was, the harder she struggled not to reach out and touch him. She wondered what he’d do if she ran her hands up his chest. He had to be as hard and muscular as he looked even beneath the crisp, white shirt.
He always wore business clothes, which to her was incredibly sexy.
The tension seemed to mount as he stared down at her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, daring to hope it was the same as she was.
“You don’t want to know.”
Do it.
What have you got to lose?
He can reject you, and you just hide out for the rest of your life.
Easy peasy.
Taking that next step, she ran her hands up his chest. He tensed up just a little, but he didn’t pull away. In fact, one of his hands went to her hair, fisting the length, and she released a gasp. There was a bite of pain from the tightness of his hold, but it only made her more aroused.
For several seconds neither of them moved. The only sounds she heard were those of their deep breaths, and she didn’t know what to do.
Everything seemed fuzzy. Then he slammed his mouth against hers, and all came back into focus. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning as his tongue plundered inside her mouth. He held her head so there was no getting away.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she refused to let go, holding him tightly as his touch consumed her more than anything.
Her pussy was on fire for his touch, or for anything.
Caleb pressed her against the kitchen wall. The hard ridge of his cock grazed her stomach, taking her breath away with its sheer size. Even confined in his pants he was a big man.
She didn’t care.
She wasn’t some virgin that didn’t know what happened next, and she wanted this more than anything. She’d been around sex a lot in her life. Her father hadn’t kept her away from some of the women he liked to pick up for the night. It had been random women who told her about her periods, what to expect when she got older, and to always make sure the boys bagged their dick up.
It had been an interesting upbringing. Some women had been cruel to her, while others had felt bad for her.
He broke the kiss, and she missed his touch. Licking her lips, she tasted him on her tongue, wanting some more. Neither of them spoke, and she was desperate for something, anything but rejection.
Of course, she should have expected it.
“That shouldn’t have happened.”
Chapter Five
Caleb’s cock was so fucking hard right now. He didn’t want to stop, and he certainly didn’t think it was a fucking mistake. Far from it. He’d been trying to ignore these feelings for a long time now, but in that dress, looking so vulnerable, he wanted her more than anything.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Faith tried to leave. Caleb couldn’t let her, so he grabbed her arm, pressing her up against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He saw the tears in her eyes, and hated that he’d been the one to put them there. Did she not like that kiss?
She’d seemed to go up in his arms like fire, but what if he’d misread the signals?
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to talk about it. You regret it—”
“I don’t regret it.”
“You said it was a mistake.”
“You didn’t enjoy it.” They were going around in circles right now.
“I did.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I … I wanted the kiss, Caleb.”
Okay, he wasn’t expecting that. Her lips were red and slightly swollen from his kisses. Reaching out, he stroked her cheek, and she pressed her face against him. “What is happening here?”
“I don’t know.”
His cock was so hard right now, and he’d not had a woman in months.
Faith had been driving him crazy, but no matter what he did, he kept trying to do the right thing when it came to her.
She licked her lips. “I wanted you to kiss me. I want you to touch me.” She took his hand and placed it against her breast. “Like this.”
Her tits were large and filled his hand just perfectly, making him groan. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not? We can—”
He cut her off by claiming her lips once again. They were so soft beneath his.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and as he pressed her against the wall, she melted against him. Would her pussy be wet? How tight would she be when he drove inside her, filling her to the brim? There was nothing nice or sweet about what he wanted to do to her. His nights had been filled with fantasizing about her beneath him.