Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
She opens for me instantly, and oh my God—the same velvety smooth tongue, the same sweet strawberry taste—this time accented with Diet Coke, the same perfect sliding of our lips together.
An amazing kiss.
A prelude of the things to come.
I want to take my time. I want to go slowly and savor every bit of her body.
But already my dick is aching. Bulging against my jeans, and—
I break the kiss. “Bedroom,” I rasp out.
She gasps softly, nodding. Her body trembles.
“You sure?” I ask.
She nods.
“I need to hear you say it, Brianna. I need to hear you say ‘yes, Jesse, I’m sure. I want this as much as you do.’”
She nods again. “Yes, Jesse. I want this as much as you do.”
My dick hardens further.
So beautiful. I need to get inside her. I like to savor a woman. I’m not a wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of guy, but it’s been a damned long time since I’ve been laid, and I know once I get inside her tight little cunt and fuck her silly, I’ll be able to sleep.
I pull her toward the bedroom and then—
I stop.
What the fuck am I doing? I’m being so selfish.
I can’t use Brianna Steel to get sleep, no matter how much I want her. No matter how much she appears to want me.
It won’t be fair. She’ll be on the tour with us the whole damned time, and there will be this thing between us. This thing we don’t speak of. Discomfort.
I rake my hands through my hair and turn to her before we go through the door to the bedroom. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“I want you. I want you more than I can even comprehend at the moment. But I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
She grabs my hands. “It’s okay, Jesse. I said I want to.”
“I know, but I’m not being fair.” I place my hands on either side of the doorframe leading to the bedroom. “I’m attracted to you, for sure. But I don’t feel that way about you.”
She blinks a moment, and her eyes glaze over, but no tears fall, thank God. “I didn’t ask how you felt about me.”
“You’re young. Impressionable. I don’t think you can handle a onetime fuck.”
“You don’t know anything about me. You have no idea how many onetime fucks I’ve had. I can handle anything you throw at me, Jesse Pike. I can handle you and more.” She stands tall, shoulders back, chest forward, her soft jawline hard.
And all I can think about is getting into those pants.
God, give me strength.
“I’ve already paid for this room,” she says.
“And I will pay you back.”
“It’d be a shame to let it go to waste,” she says.
My God, she’s trying to kill me.
I cup both her cheeks, rub my thumb over her full lower lip. “You have the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted, Brianna Steel.”
A soft sigh comes from her throat.
“I can’t promise you anything past tonight. I’ll be busy with the tour, and I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m looking for a fuck, Brianna. Can you handle that?”
She nods, her lips trembling under my touch.
“You sure?”
“Jesse, I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of anything.”
I slam my lips onto hers again, still holding her face.
She opens for me, and the kiss is more feral than before. It’s a raw and animalistic kiss because that’s what I am right now. A fucking animal. A fucking stag who needs to rut, who needs to let out his aggressions so he can sleep.
She kisses me back, sliding her tongue between my lips.
She’s an aggressive kisser. Most women keep their tongues in their own mouths, but not Brianna Steel. She shoves hers past my lips and is an active participant in this kiss.
And it makes me want her all the more.
If she’s this aggressive at kissing…
Oh. My. God.
I wish I could take my time with her. Savor this beautiful body of hers.
But that’s not to be.
That’s not what this night is about.
This night is about a fuck, about relieving tension, about being able to sleep.
Again guilt consumes me. This young lady deserves better than what I’m about to give her.
But who am I to tell her what to do?
Besides, Donny Steel took my sister. It would serve him—
I break the kiss.
What is wrong with me?
This is not a competition between Donny Steel and me. He and Callie are in love.
As much as I want Brianna Steel, I’m not in love with her.
But God, I want her.
In fact, in my entire sexual life, which began at sixteen, I can’t recall wanting a woman more than I do right now.
So I kiss her again, plunder her lips, push her through the door into the bedroom.
I break the kiss quickly. “Take off your clothes,” I grit out.
“Only if you take off yours,” she says.
“I wasn’t planning on doing this with my clothes on.” I kick off my shoes, unbutton my wrinkled shirt, fumbling, trying to do it quickly.