Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Which works since I’m sitting in the middle of a smutty bookstore.
I let go of her thumb and swallow the bite that has practically melted in my mouth. She drops her hand to her lap as heat and desire swirl with all those colors that make up her gaze, which stays trained on me.
I reach into my bag and pull out the muffin, but as I raise it up to her, she brings her hand to my wrist to push it down. “I don’t want that.”
“No?”
“No.”
Our eyes are locked in a heated embrace I’ve never felt before. Every inch of my body is totally aware of the girl in front of me, and I want to lose myself in her. My voice is low and full of sex as I ask, “What do you want?”
With her other hand, she takes hold of my shirt and yanks me to her. Our noses collide, and I’m stunned as my eyes search hers. I wasn’t expecting her to do this, and I sure as hell wasn’t expecting her to whisper against my lips, “You.”
I move first, taking her mouth with urgency. I drop the muffin, clutching her thigh as I snake my other hand around her waist to pull her closer. She rises willingly to her knees, her chest pressing into mine as our lips move together. I take her by the back of the thigh and squeeze, loving how she feels like heaven in my hand. She runs her tongue along my bottom lip, and I groan deep in my chest before opening my mouth for hers. Our tongues meet, just a small bit, but then we’re kissing so deeply, so roughly, I feel it all in my chest. I’m breathless when she pulls back, only enough space for us to breathe as my eyes flutter open to meet hers.
“What are we doing?”
I chuckle against her lips, squeezing her thigh as her mouth grazes mine. Sweet little kisses and nips that have me burning from root to tip. “I think the kids call it making out.”
Her laugh is soft, while her eyes are wild. Her lips are so soft, glossy, and I love how her thigh feels in my hand. “We don’t know each other.”
“I know you taste fucking good.”
Her breath catches before she admits, “I don’t want to stop.”
The color that fills her face is so damn beautiful. “Trust, love. I don’t intend to.”
Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I can stop.
Ever.
CHAPTER 9
Louisa
I may say I’m a deranged whore, but I’ve never done anything like this.
Not that I’m complaining or even judging myself because, holy shit, this dude can kiss, but I’ve never kissed a guy without knowing his name. I am the queen of swiping right, but even then, I make sure I’m interested in the guy. I don’t know a thing about this guy except that my panties are drenched and if he doesn’t stop grazing my thigh with his thumb and move it up, I may combust from within. Jesus have mercy, who is this man?
His lips feel just as full as they look. They cushion mine as he assaults my mouth with his tongue. He isn’t sweet—no, he’s rough and takes what he wants from me. I have no issue giving him what he wants because I want it just as bad.
I want more.
I start to close the distance as he circles his other hand around me, holding my hip tightly as our kiss becomes more desperate, more wanton. Just as I go to straddle his lap, needing him close, needing to feel his body against mine, the bell over the front door sounds. Our mouths stop and our eyes open, meeting each other’s surprised gaze. We’re both breathing hard, and I don’t want to stop, but damn it, I have to.
I kiss his top lip and whisper, “Don’t move.”
I crawl away from him and don’t miss his sharp intake of breath. I look back to see him taking in my backside and thighs. I know he can see my butt cheeks since I’m only wearing a thong under my little skirt. Heat floods my gut and I want to resume what we’ve started, but I have a customer. I stand up, wiping my mouth as I turn to greet whoever just ruined the best make-out session of my life. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m worried he’ll realize this is nuts and run out the back. I plaster a grin on my face, and to make sure he doesn’t move, I place my toes on his thigh. When I hear him chuckle, I cover it by greeting my return customer. “Ellen! How are you?”
I feel his fingers circle my ankle.
“Louisa! Why are you always so damn cute?”
I usually love talking to Ellen, she’s one of my favorites, but when hot reading guy’s mouth starts to trail up my calf, I want her to leave.