Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
“That’s a booty call,” I snap. “This ridiculous conversation is just going around in circles.” I push him away for the second time and make my way to the front door.
“No strings,” he blurts when I open it.
My eyes cut to him. “What?”
“Shut the door.”
I don’t move.
“Shut the fucking door, Liv.”
I still don’t move. “I refuse to be one of your bitches.”
“You won’t be. You’ll be my only bitch.” He winks, coming up to me. He wrenches the door from my grip and slams it shut. “No strings,” he repeats, turning to me. “An agreement, right now. I want you and I don’t care how I get you. I just have to have you.”
“No strings?” I say slowly. “Just… sex?”
“Yep.”
“Sex can get stringy.”
“Only if there’s bondage involved.”
“Will there be?”
“Do you want there to be?” He raises his eyebrows.
I fold my arms across my chest. “I’m not telling you all my secrets. You’ll have to work them out for yourself.”
He steps into me, pulling my arms from my body. “Is that a yes?”
“That’s an I’m considering it.”
“No strings. No obligations. You won’t have to hang off my arm and look at me with doting eyes. We don’t even tell anyone if that’s what you want. This can be our secret.” He runs his hands down my sides to my hips and pulls me against him. His mouth finds my jaw and travels along it, his next words mumbled against my skin. “You want this, Liv. You want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes.”
I do. There’s no denying that I want him. My body reacts to him instantaneously. To his looks, his words, his touches. It’s like he knows exactly how to play me to get me where he wants me.
“There’s a but,” I say softly, resting my hands against his chest. “There’s always, always a but.”
“There’s a very nice butt,” he mutters, his hands curving around mine.
“Tyler.”
He smirks. “Okay, there’s a but. There will be no strings, but you have to do as I say. Always.”
The smirk drops from his face, and I swallow at the intensity his eyes bore into mine with. “In bed?”
“Yes.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then you can say no. When it comes to sex, I respect the word no.” He pushes some hair from my face. “I just ask that you try.”
“You want to control me?”
He lowers his face and kisses my jaw again. “No. I want to control your body. I want to make your heart pound and your body hum with pleasure. I want to make you lose your breath. I want to make your pussy throb, and I want to know it’s all because of me.”
His lips move down my jaw in a series of gentle brushes until they find my own and take them softly. My fingers curl into his shirt as a thousand thoughts run through my head.
No strings as long as I do what he says.
That sounds like strings.
But it sounds exciting.
It sounds like sticky, sticky strings.
It sounds like temptation.
Oh, it sounds like everything my addictive personality could feed off.
It sounds like danger.
“Okay,” I whisper between kisses.
“Okay?”
I’m completely disregarding the advice of my best friend. I’m ignoring her warnings and the little voice in the back of my head because my body speaks louder than my mind.
I have no idea what I’m getting myself into. I just know that, for some inexplicable reason, I crave this man.
“Okay.”
His mouth closes over mine with a ferocity that wasn’t there seconds ago. His kiss is probing, strong, forceful. I feel his touch everywhere, his hands sliding over my lower back and around my butt, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of my bed shorts.
I melt into him, my body molding against his. I’m on fire everywhere. It’s a roaring flame of desire that flows through my veins with a sweet burn.
His skin is hot against my fingertips as they creep beneath his shirt. Hot and smooth. I run my fingers across his back, and he turns us in the direction of my bedroom. I tug him back, pulling him through the open door and shoving it shut behind him.
“Cat,” I mutter.
Tyler laughs against my jaw, his mouth kissing a delicious trail down my neck. He nibbles and nips his way down to my shoulder and dips his tongue in the hollow area where my shoulder and neck connect. I shiver.
“Like that, hm?” he whispers, doing it again.
I shiver again, feeling wetness pool in my panties. My fingers trail around to his front and work the buttons on his shirt, bottom to top, until I can part the material. I gaze down his body, admiring his taut muscles.
My dream flashes back to me. I lean forward and flick my tongue against his chest, just above his nipple. His grip on me tightens, and when I do it again, this time licking his nipple, he grasps the bottom of my tank top and pulls it over my head.