Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Getting ready to have sex,” I say breathily.
“Yeah, got that part. But what is this?”
I study him carefully, looking for some hint that he’s latching onto something I can’t give. But I only see genuine curiosity. “It’s fun, right? Can it just be that?”
I see neither relief nor trepidation, merely easy acceptance. “Of course, it’s fun. But what about your brother?”
“I don’t want him to know,” I blurt out, and almost take a step back.
“It seems dishonest,” he murmurs as he pulls me into him. I hold my breath, wondering if this might be too much to ask of him. But then his mouth brushes against mine. “But if it’s just casual with no strings, and we aren’t together as a couple, I suppose…”
He trails off, like he can’t quite force himself to say the words I know he’s thinking. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
North nods and I do see a bit of troubled worry there. But it seems to ice over as he comes to the same conclusion I have. We have something that’s fun, sexy and shouldn’t be ignored. We’re both of the age we should be able to dally with each other and not have any worries over what might come tomorrow.
As long as we can agree on that, this is a perfect relationship.
“So, are you ready to have some fun?” I ask playfully, running my hand over his abs, down the front of his sweats where I cup his already thickened cock. I squeeze and North’s eyes sizzle with heat.
“Yeah,” he rasps, resting his hand over mine and forcing me to squeeze harder. “I’m down for some fun.”
CHAPTER 5
Farren
North’s fingers slide through my hair at the back of my head before closing into a fist. I’m trapped, unable to move as his mouth comes down on mine. It’s not a crash but more of a deep claiming, our tongues tangling.
I’m immediately lost and it’s shocking to me how quickly I want to roll over and give up all control to him. The two times we’d been intimate before were a fucking revelation because I never knew sex could be so freeing.
It’s always been pleasurable, but I had never been with someone before who was so focused on driving me crazy. It’s almost as if North has a little bit of sadism in him because he pushed me to limits I never knew I had.
It’s why I’m here right now, chasing that feeling again, and with just the first touch of his tongue against mine, I’m ready to submit fully.
His hand tightens in my hair, causing a slight sting, and that turns me on even more. It’s almost hard for me to reconcile the genial bear of a guy with this focused sex machine.
North lifts his mouth, nips at my bottom lip and growls, “I think I’m going to fuck you right here.”
My knees wobble over the proclamation because it speaks to his need for me and the caveman-like way he plans to use me to his benefit. God help me, I’m not sure what kind of woman that makes me, but I’m here for it.
North pushes his body into mine and backs me into the wall right beside the front door. His eyes lock onto mine with a feral intensity that has my pulse racing and my chest heaving. He’s barely touched me, but I don’t know that I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
I’m captured between the wall at my back and his hand in my hair. North runs his eyes down my body before rising to meet mine again. “You got way too many clothes on.”
“Let’s get naked then,” I suggest.
His full lips break into a sly smile and he shakes his head. “Too much effort and a waste of time. Let’s get the important stuff out of the way.”
He releases his hold on my hair, his hands becoming immediately occupied with my clothes. I help by pulling my sweater over my head as he works at the snap of my jeans. When he has the zipper down, his large hands dive into the waistband, snagging my panties, and he pushes them down my legs. North squats, lowering the denim with an odd gentleness, only pausing to help me out of my boots and socks. It’s slightly awkward as he peels the tight material off me and then I’m standing before him in nothing but a cherry-red bra.
North drops to his knees and his eyes zero in on my breasts. I think he might want the lacy lingerie off, but he reaches up and pulls one of the cups down to expose a round globe with an already puckered nipple, which he pinches lightly.
I groan as my head falls back, hitting the wall with a thunk. North chuckles with amusement and I gasp as his finger slides down my stomach, over my pelvis and probes between my legs.