Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“I wish you hadn’t chosen hockey,” she admits, her voice so soft, I’m not even sure she meant for me to hear it.
Emotion suffocates me, but I can’t lie. “It’s one of my biggest regrets.”
Her eyes widen for just a second before she leans her temple against my cheek. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as I breathe her in. She looks up at me, her eyes ping-ponging between mine as she whispers, “I don’t want any more regrets, Jett.”
My heart is slamming into my ribs. “I don’t either.”
I cup her jaw, loving how her face feels in my hand. She leans into my palm, and my heart rate skyrockets. I rub the spot below her bottom lip. Her eyes darken, her lips parting and leaving me in knots. My voice is raspy as I tell her, “I’ve been dreaming about these lips all week.”
Her eyes sparkle. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Shit,” I say, my face flushing. “If I’m honest, I’ve been dreaming about them for twenty-four years.” Her bottom lip quivers, and then slowly, she presses a kiss to my thumb. My breath hitches, my body now trembling as I gaze down at her. Thinking clearly isn’t easy around her on a normal day, but when she looks at me like she wants to devour me, yeah, I’m only feeling at this point.
Breathless, I whisper, “Can I kiss you?”
She shakes her head, and my heart sinks. I know I’m not reading this wrong. I can feel how badly she wants me, see it in her eyes. What am I doing wrong? Who hurt her, and how can I kill them without going to jail? I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in as I try to grab control of my need for her. She slides her nose along my lips, and I kiss her gingerly, needing to feel her with my lips.
Before I can ask why, or even what she is scared of so I can ease those concerns, she lifts her head, her gaze locking with mine. She searches my gaze, and against my lips, she whispers, “Because I want to kiss you first.”
Everything stops.
When she presses her lips to mine, I know with absolute certainty that she is the last woman I’ll ever kiss.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Fable
I usually ignore my intrusive thoughts, because when I give in to them, I cause myself mental mayhem. Like, maybe I shouldn’t have touched that sticky stuff because I wondered what it would feel like. Or better yet, I shouldn’t have bought that subscription to that planner site because I don’t need more planner stuff when I don’t use what I have—and my life is a complete clusterfuck, no matter how many supplies I have. Or when I convinced myself that every time I went out, someone was following me. The best one was when I was an Olympic athlete and I went out with some of Team USA to a club. The smell of marijuana was so strong that I convinced myself I was going to get high and piss hot.
It has taken years and years of therapy to get my thoughts under control, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come. My intrusive thoughts and I are not friends, but when my brain suggested that I kiss Jett first, I decided it was onto something.
Jett’s lips are so close, whispering such sweet things and looking so damn inviting, and I can’t resist. I swear I could get drunk off how he looks at me alone, but when he’s telling me how he feels about me with a song… Yeah, I’m a goner.
I have never wanted to kiss someone so desperately in my life.
Before I can change my mind, I touch my lips to his. The sigh that leaves his lips only fuels me further. I press my lips harder against his, relishing the feel of his flesh on mine and loving how soft his lips are. Suddenly, I’m tilting my head to deepen the kiss, and then a needy little moan leaves my lips.
Holy shit, I don’t want to stop.
I trace my tongue along his bottom lip, and he moans against my mouth. There is no denying the wetness between my thighs, but when he makes noises like that? I feel as if I may explode. God, he makes me crazy. Jett takes that as his cue and assumes control of the kiss, his fingers tangled in the back of my hair. I open my mouth for him, not allowing myself to think about anything but him. Unlike my wary kiss, where it seemed like I had no clue what I was doing, his is eager, hard, and oh-so good. Jett’s hand holds me reverently as he devours my lips, kissing and nibbling while never letting go of me. He lets small moans leave his lips that have me in awe that I’m causing him this kind of pleasure. Mine is evident, little whimpers that I don’t even recognize making their way out of me.