Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Right there.” He groans, moving his neck around as I work on him. “Maybe now I can sleep tonight.”
I ease the pressure. My palms skim across him and take in the dips and ridges of his muscular body. I allow my fingertips to drift from the side of his neck and down his shoulder, breaking contact just before his triceps.
My mouth goes dry, and my chest constricts. Having him in my hands makes it terribly hard to remember where the line is drawn. Or if there is a line because the longer I touch him, the more uncertain I become.
I want him. I want him so freaking bad that it hurts.
My sex throbs, begging for contact—for relief. I need to be touched. I need to rid myself of the swell of lust that’s been building since I saw him climb out of his truck almost a week ago.
Chase leans back and rests his head against the couch. The sides of his head press into my inner thighs moments before he tilts his chin. He looks up at me.
His eyes are filled with the same feeling, the same desire—the same need filling me. It’s raw and unfiltered. It’s hot.
I force a swallow and stare down at him, my hands resting on the top of his chest.
He doesn’t say anything. Still, he manages to ask me a question—the one I want him to ask, but the one he shouldn’t. Do you want to take this further?
I’m torn. I want to say yes. I want to lose myself in him for as long as it takes to get this merciless need out of my system. But I know why we agreed not to. I need to make sure that he’s thought this through …
My breathing grows ragged. “There are a hundred reasons we shouldn’t.”
“No. There’s only one.”
Right. “Well, that one reason is bigger than a hundred others could be.”
My heart slams against my ribs, and I wonder if he can hear the raucous. I wonder if he can hear the rush of my blood or the way my lungs fill and release quicker than usual. Can he feel the heat of my body?
“I knew this is how we would end up,” he says, his long lashes blinking.
“How’s that?”
“With me fighting myself about you.”
I force a swallow, knowing he’s right. This was his concern, and it was obviously justified. I don’t want to look like I’m pressuring him or trying to wiggle my way into getting what I want.
But as I shift my weight, his head wiggles against my thighs, and I think I might die.
“We agreed not to go there,” I say, forcing the words to come out of my mouth. “Yes, I initiated this tonight, and maybe I overestimated my ability to touch you and walk away. But I can’t let you forget why this is a bad idea.”
He turns his head to the side. The friction is enough to make me want to whimper.
I need a release. For heaven’s sake, I need relief.
My brain scrambles to think of a way out of this so I can get to my room and end my misery. My vibrator isn’t what I want, but it’ll suffice.
“Well, here’s the thing—I’m distracted anyway. Whether we get up and walk away or not, I’m going to think about fucking you every minute you’re here. I can’t get around that.”
I hold my breath.
He grins. “So what good is it really doing to stay away from you? You’re here. The damage is already done.”
“Hey,” I say, slapping his chest with my right hand.
Before I can do anything, his hand covers my wrist. He attempts to pull me around him—to guide me to his lap. But the movement causes his shoulder to tense, and he yelps in pain.
“Clearly, you need me back here,” I say, testing the waters. “Maybe that’s a sign.”
He pivots around, grabs me by the waist, and moves me until I’m astride him.
“Clearly,” he says as my sex moves against his rock-hard cock, “I need you right fucking here.”
I gasp, my body on high alert. I can’t think clearly—I don’t want to think clearly. I want to give in and let him have his way with me.
But, unfortunately, I’m a responsible woman.
“You better think this through,” I say, circling my hips. “We had an agreement for a reason.”
But please throw it away. Please. Throw. It. Away.
I move harder against him, realizing it’s not helping my attempt to give him time to think. But also not caring enough to stop.
I’m soaked, my body dampening my jeans. He sinks his hands into my hips and presses me down harder against him. Oh shit.
I bite back a moan, the denim’s resistance against my flesh better than nothing.
“Change in the agreement?” he asks.
“What do you propose?”
He smirks, his fingers dipping under my shirt and pressing so hard into my skin that it nearly burns. “We satiate this thing between us.”