Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
We moved to the living room after dinner, and I lit the fireplace. It’s not really necessary this time of year, but she seemed to like the idea when I suggested it.
“So I don’t know how much longer I can justify doing my stuff. I want to contribute, but maybe it’s time to call it quits.”
When she talks about her art, she gets a passion in her eyes that makes me want to buy her a craft store. Now she’s telling me that she’s thinking of giving it up because it’s not worth it? Fuck that.
“I understand wanting to pull your weight,” I say and lean closer. “But I’ll buy ten airplane hangars and make you fill them with your pieces before I let you quit.”
Her laughter settles in my chest, and it’s like I can feel her happiness. “That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Heat rushes up my neck, and although I have the urge to tuck my chin or back away shyly, I don’t. Instead I hold her gaze and don’t move an inch. The thought of Liv not giving her gift to the world makes me so damn mad. Sure, she’s not for everyone, and that’s fine by me. I’m willing to admit I’m greedy for her to only be for me, but if someone can’t appreciate a little whimsy, then fuck them.
“I’d say sweet things to you all the time,” I tell her, and her eyes meet mine. “If you’d let me.”
I don’t know where the words come from, but they are out of my mouth before I can take them back. That’s the thing about Liv: I don’t have a choice when I’m near her. My brain and my body disconnect, and I’m nothing but urges and need.
“Would you?” She’s serious as she glances at my mouth. Ever so slightly, she leans closer, and the distance between us begins to shrink.
I cup her cheek with my hand and push my thumb under her chin so she tilts her head back. “If you don’t like kissing me, I can get better.”
She licks her lips, and I see uncertainty in her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I like kissing you?”
“I’ve never done it before.” I wish I wasn’t so damn inexperienced, but my shyness has kept me from a lot of things in life. When Sawyer fucking Logan put his lips on her cheek, I was filled with jealousy and rage. I wanted to be the one doing that to her, and I think that’s when I realized if I don’t, someone else will. “I promise I’ll keep working to get it right.”
There’s a playfulness in her grin as she puts her hand on my chest. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
I keep my hand on her cheek as the other goes around her waist and I pull her to me. When our lips connect, it’s unlike anything I could have imagined. Her lips are so fucking soft and sweet, and when she parts them and lets me taste her, I groan for more.
Hot need ignites in my veins, and I can’t get her close enough. Without realizing what I’m doing, I’ve pulled her into my lap so she can straddle me. My cock is harder than it has been all night and straining against my pants. I can feel how hot she is when she sits down on it and I almost cum.
“Fuck.” I pull back, and her eyes pop open.
“What’s wrong?” She’s panting like she’s out of breath, and I realize I am too.
When was the last time I gave my brain oxygen? “Nothing.” I shake my head to try and clear the fog of lust between us, but it’s no use. “Trying to, um...” I swallow and then take a deep breath. “Go slow.”
Her smile is teasing as she grips my shoulders and scoots forward. The motion feels like she’s rocking against my dick, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut. My head falls back on the couch, and I pray for mercy.
Do not cum.
“What was that?” she says, and when I open my eyes, I realize I must have said that out loud.
“Nothing.” My hands go to her waist and then around to her ass. I make her fit snug against me, and she lets out the breathiest little gasp. “Will you let me kiss you again?”
“You can kiss me as much as you want.” Her pretty blush goes all the way down her neck, and I wonder where else she’d let me put my mouth.
This kiss is needier than before, and I can feel her hands exploring me while I taste her. I can’t get over how soft her lips are and how good it feels to have them on me. The kiss builds and builds, and then she starts moving her hips.