Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Turning to face him, I reach out slowly and take my phone. I shove it in the pocket of my jacket while I avoid his eyes.
“Thank you.”
“Sure.”
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly. “I . . .”
“I don’t want to hear it,” he replies, cutting me off before I can say more.
I fight the urge to flinch.
“I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit excuse you’re going to try to feed me.”
“Excuse me?” I lift my head to look at him.
“You heard me.” He holds my stare.
I feel my eyes narrow, and his do the same in return.
“You got your phone. That’s why you came, right? So why are you still standing here?”
“Wow.” I shake my head, pull my eyes away from his. “You’re a dick.”
“You couldn’t get enough of my dick the other night, baby. If I remember correctly, you begged me for it more than once,” he says.
My head snaps back toward him. “Jerk!” I hiss, lifting a hand to smack him.
He catches it before I make contact. I lift my other hand to try again, but he catches that one, too, and then pulls them both up above my head. Breathing heavily, I stare at him. He stares back.
“Now what?” he says with a smirk.
I do the only thing I can think of. I raise myself up on my tiptoes and press my mouth to his. I expect my move to knock him off balance—and down a peg or two—but that doesn’t happen. Instead, his mouth captures mine, and his tongue slips between my parted lips. I don’t fight the kiss. Just like last time, I discover I want this more than I want anything. I want him.
Releasing one of my hands, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against him. His mouth travels down my jaw to my neck. He bites it softly, making my toes curl. Feeling the pull of arousal deep in my belly, I tug at his shirt until it’s free from his jeans, then run my hand up his abs before dragging my nails down over the ridges and valleys there.
“Wesley . . . ,” I whimper as his tongue flicks across my neck.
The next thing I know, his breath whispers across the shell of my ear.
“Tell me you want this.” He presses his erection into my stomach, letting me know he’s ready to repeat what happened the other night. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I moan just as his mouth captures mine once more.
His hands rip at my clothes, and mine do the same to his in return. Hearing my jacket and top hit the floor, I urge his shirt up and over his head, then move my hands to the button of his jeans. He walks us backward, toward his room. He gets his pants down over his hips before he pulls away from me.
“Kick off your shoes.” With a jerky nod, I work my feet out of my sneakers. I bite my lip as he pulls down my pants and panties in one move, then slides his hands up my thighs, along my sides, and then around my back to remove my bra. He lets it fall to the floor without a second glance.
Standing completely naked in front of him, I fight the urge to hide myself from his heated gaze as it roams over every inch of me. It makes me feel hot and restless.
“Why’d you sneak out on me?” he asks, cupping my sex. I swallow hard as heat pools between my legs.
“I . . .” My head falls back, and a moan slips past my lips as his fingers slide through my slick folds.
“Look at me.”
I lift my head and meet his gaze. My heart speeds up when I register the dark need in his eyes.
“Why?” His thumb circles my sensitive clit, and my hips jerk into his touch.
“I don’t know,” I whimper, trying to force his fingers to give me more.
“Why?” he repeats as my back hits the bed.
He lands on top of me and uses his knees to spread my legs farther apart.
“I don’t know.”
“Stop lying to me,” he growls while thrusting two fingers deep inside me.
I cry out in bliss as they curve up, hitting me exactly where I need them to.
“Why’d you leave?”
“Wesley . . .”
“Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t want me if you really knew me,” I admit on a gasp.
His fingers speed up in response.
“Oh god.”
My back arches high off the bed. He pulls my breast into his mouth, scraping his teeth across my nipple before releasing it.
“I do want you.”
“You wouldn’t if you really knew me,” I pant as my nails scrape down his cut abs and wrap around his hard length. I stroke once, then twice more, before he pulls himself from my grasp.
“You’re wrong.” His mouth hovers over mine. “So fucking wrong.” His words whisper across my lips as he thrusts inside me hard, sending me sliding up the bed. Digging my heels into the backs of his thighs, I wrap one arm around his broad shoulders and thread the fingers of my other hand through his hair. Taking my mouth again in a deep kiss, he pulls out slowly—so slowly that I feel every inch of him as my walls ripple around his length.