Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I slide my hands around his back and down to his ass and squeeze.
He has a great ass. A really, really great ass. It’s as firm as it looks.
His fingers are still teasing the skin of my stomach, driving me crazy.
I want him to touch me. Everywhere.
“Touch me, please,” I whisper.
He groans, biting down on my bottom lip before licking the sting away, as his hand finds its way up my shirt and cups my breast over my bra.
The first brush of his thumb over my nipple has my hips pushing forward, seeking pressure, which he willingly gives me, pressing his dick against me. Then, he starts to move his hips, thrusting up and down.
Well, this went from naught to a hundred pretty quickly.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Fuck,” he chokes out as we start dry-humping the shit out of each other. “You feel so fucking good.”
His hand has now left my hair and is gripping my hip, fingers digging in me in the most delicious way, holding me in place. I’m just holding on to him for dear life. The feelings running through me right now are indescribable.
“You’re incredible, Ari. So goddamn beautiful. But we have to stop.”
“Wha…” I manage to get out as he wrenches away from me.
He’s back against the counter, hands gripping the edge, like he’s afraid to let go, chest heavy with breaths.
And I’m panting like a dog in heat. Legs trembling. Body in an outcry at his absence.
Shit, does he regret what just happened?
“No, I don’t regret it,” he says like he just read my mind.
“I never said anything,” I counter innocently.
“I could read it all over your face.”
Okay. So, maybe I’m easy to read at times.
“So…why’d you stop?” I ask quietly.
“Because I was about three seconds away from fucking you on my windowsill, and the first time we do this…have sex…I want you to be a hundred percent with me.”
“I am a hundred percent with you.” I think I always have been.
“Glad to hear it. But you’ve had one hell of a day, babe. And, when we do this, the only thing I want you thinking about is me, you, and the way I’m making you feel. And call me old-fashioned, but I’d kinda like to take you out on a date before we get to the sex.”
I can’t contain my smile. He wants to take me out on a date.
“Okay. And when will this date take place?”
“Tomorrow night, if you’re free. The Big Lebowski is showing again. I was thinking I could take you out for dinner and then to the movies.”
A date with Ares Kincaid. Who’d have thought it?
“I’m free.” Even if I weren’t, I’d cancel my plans for him. “But, just so I’m clear on this…it’s just the one date before we get to the fucking?”
He laughs, and it’s deep and throaty; it lights me up inside.
“What do you think?”
I think I’m getting laid tomorrow night.
Ares has seen me soaking wet, wearing only a bra and pants. He’s seen me in just a towel, for God’s sake.
So, why is it taking me forever to decide what to wear for our date? Which he’s picking me up for in fifteen minutes.
Argh!
Because this is different. You’re actually going out on a date. There’s going to be more kissing. And then later, sex.
Holy cannoli!
I honestly still can’t believe this is happening.
That he likes me. That he wants me in this way.
It’s crazy. The best kind of crazy.
I don’t know what changed his mind or when he realized that his feelings for me were more than just friends, but I don’t care. Because he wants me.
Okay, maybe I care a little.
I know how he feels about alcoholics. And I still am one.
But I just need to not focus on that right now. I need to focus on what to wear.
I turn back to my closet.
Okay, so we’re going for an early dinner and then to the cinema. So, nothing too dressy.
Pants maybe?
I rifle through my closet and pull out my white ripped jeans. I could wear these.
What with?
I rummage through my tops and pull out my loose, silky bright blue tank top. The color reminds me of Ares’s eyes. Perfect.
I go to my underwear drawer and get out my nicest white lacy underwear. I’m going for virginal.
Ha! Like that’s even a remote possibility.
But the white will go better under my clothes.
So, white it is.
I take off my robe and put my underwear on, remembering just why I love this bra because of the boost it gives to my boobs. It makes them look fuller and gives me nice cleavage, which will look good with this tank.
I pull my jeans on. Put the tank on.
I decide on my highest black heels. I need the height with this guy.
I put on my gold chain, which sits nicely in my cleavage, bringing the eye to it.