Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“I’ll drive you home,” I tell her, not wanting the night to end.
“You don’t have to do that.” Our hands fall but neither of us lets the other one go.
“Let’s go.” I turn to head toward the door, her hand in mine.
“Thank you for coming,” the hostess says to us.
“Have a great night,” Kylie replies as I push the door open with my free hand and step out. I have to let her hand go to grab the ticket in my pocket to hand it to the valet. I turn around to see her standing there looking as gorgeous as ever, both of her hands holding her purse. “It’s getting cold.” She shivers and I smirk.
“If you want me to hug you, all you have to do is ask.” She rolls her eyes and I’m about to finally get her in my arms when my SUV pulls up to the curb.
“Saved by the bell.” She walks to the SUV and I pull open the door for her. I hold out my hand for her to take it to get inside, even though I know she doesn’t need it, but I want to touch her anyway. “Where was this man when I first met you?” she asks me, holding onto my hand as she gets in. I laugh. “I probably wouldn’t have slept with you if you were this nice.” She laughs as I close the door and walk around to the front to the driver’s side door.
I get in as she is buckling her seat belt. “Do you need me to put my address in?” she asks me and I shake my head.
“I think I know where you live now.” I pull out and she looks out the window as I make my way to her house. Neither of us say anything, the tension in the cab is thick and my body feels like a firework being lit and burning to shoot off.
I pull into the visitor parking spot. “Do you want to come up?” she asks. I can see she’s nervous, which she’s never been before.
“I would love to, but the sitter is waiting for me.” I look at the clock and see it’s almost midnight. “I told her I would be home by ten.” She laughs as her hand reaches for the handle and I turn off the car. She looks at me confused. “I’ll walk you to your door though.”
“I can make it to my door,” she assures me. “I didn’t even finish the bottle of wine.” She actually stopped after her second glass and then stuck to water the rest of the night.
I don’t bother answering her. Instead, I just open my door and step out. By the time I get to the back of the SUV, she’s walking to me. “You really don’t have to come in,” she insists and I put my hand at the base of her back and usher her into her apartment building. “You could have watched me walk in from outside.”
I press the up button on the elevator, and the door opens right away. She steps in and presses her button. She watches me walk in and my whole body feels like it’s about to explode. She looks over at me as the doors close and I move to her, grabbing her chin in my hand and pushing her back to the side. Her hand comes up and holds the back of my neck as I tilt my head to the side, and our mouths open for each other. The kiss is frantic, and I can taste the sweetness of the dessert she had on her lips. My hand drops from her chin and my other hand comes up to hold her neck, feeling her pulse under my finger soaring as much as mine. Her hand moves from the back of my neck to the back of my head. I move her to the corner of the elevator, my hand still on her neck. Her eyes open when my mouth leaves hers.
“All night long.” I say, right before I step into her open legs, pushing her against the corner. Her hand is now holding onto the railing on the elevator wall. “Fucking torture.” My spare hand comes out to grab her ass and pull her to me, my knees bending so my cock is right on her pussy. “All I wanted was to fucking taste you.” I bend to kiss her neck and her hand comes up beside her head. I slip my hand in hers as I take her mouth for another kiss. My hand moves from her ass, up to her side, and inside her jacket, cupping her breast. I feel her nipple pebbled under the material.
The ping of the elevator doesn’t stop us from devouring each other. The doors open and she finally lets me go. “Are you sure you can’t stay?” she asks as the doors close and the elevator moves, going down again.