Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
After the tense marshmallow moment, we settled by the fire, getting cozy. Cale had already located a blanket he’d brought and wrapped it around us since the temperature had begun to drop. It was quiet except for the crackling of the fire, chirping of crickets, and rustling of leaves blowing in the wind.
“Thank you, Cale,” I whispered, snuggling into his neck with my arms wrapped around him as much as they could be while sitting side by side.
“For what?” he asked.
“For this. All of it. This date is the best one ever. It’s perfect. You have no idea what it means to me,” I said seriously. “I feel like you’re the only one who sees me. To everyone else, I feel like I am just this ugly moth, just a fragment of who I used to be. But with you, I feel like you see me for more than that.”
He cringed at the first part of my words but squeezed me back. “Lia, Madison once told me to go after what I wanted in life. There’s never been anything that I’ve wanted more than what is in my arms right now. She was right. And, Lia, you are not a moth. I’m the moth,” he declared, looking into my eyes, no hint of humor at all in his face.
When I shook my head at him, he placed his palms on either side of my face, bringing my face closer to his.
“Lia, I’m the moth and you are the flame. Your light burns so bright. I never had a chance. From the moment you maced me, I have been fluttering as close as I can get to you. Your fire enchants me, and I’d do anything to be near this fire, even if it meant death. Babe, you have to realize that what we have is so unique,” he said with conviction. “So don’t ever call yourself a moth again, Lia. You’re the damned fire shining to me like a beacon in the night. Wherever you go, I will follow.” He then leaned forward, pressing his lips into mine with such an intensity, grabbing the back of my head like he was holding on for dear life.
I was lost in his words, his touch, his kiss. My mother had had a whirlwind romance with Rich, so I wasn’t opposed at all to what was happening so quickly between Cale and me. It was like we’d been waiting a really long time for one another.
A twig snapped, pulling us from our kiss to look around into the dark forest.
“The critters are coming out. Want to make out in the tent?” he teased with a wink.
“Something like that,” I countered back, causing another sexy growl of his.
GOD, THIS WOMAN was going to make me crazy. When she flirted, it was adorable and sexy as hell at the same time. I could tell that she wasn’t used to this sort of thing, but she was good at it nonetheless.
I climbed into the tent after her, zipping it up behind me. When I turned to look at her, she was already lying on one of the sleeping bags on her side, gazing up at me.
“Are you cold?”
“A little bit. Come here and warm me up,” she commanded breathlessly.
I crawled to where she was and stretched out beside her, lying so we were facing each other. She leaned towards me and softly kissed me on the lips.
“It’s been a long time,” she whispered. “But I want to do this with you.”
My dick hardened at the thought of Lia naked. She was a damn goddess.
“Are you sure?” I asked her. “We’ve only known each other a few days.”
“Believe me, Cale. I’m sure. Don’t worry. I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone in a very long time. I know I’m clean. I want this so badly.” She brought her bottom lip into her mouth, capturing it between her teeth.
“I’m clean too,” I told her.
Then I groaned and leaned over to suck that lip into my own mouth. She tasted sweet, like marshmallows. I nibbled at that lip, showing her that I liked the taste. She moaned as she pulled me on top of her.
I continued to kiss, suck, and nibble on her lips and tongue. Her body was squirming with need beneath me and she was whining, “Please,” over and over again.
I slid one of my hands to the waistband of her jeans and then slipped it up underneath her hoodie towards her breast. Her breasts were full and swollen, begging for my touch.
My thumb grazed her nipple through her bra and she moaned, “Oh, God.” I continued kissing her but broke the kiss to pull her sweatshirt up over her head, leaving her in just her black lace bra. She was ethereal-looking, glowing in the light leftover from our fire.