Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
We stay like that, our fingers touching, as if he’s savoring the contact as much as I am. I’m struggling not to drop the can, take his hand instead, then smooth my touch up his strong forearm onto his bicep and squeeze so I can feel his full strength and firm, hungry body.
Then he snatches his hand away, frowning. He opens his can and averts his gaze. He doesn’t want to look at me. Maybe it’s because he can read my desire, making him uncomfortable. Am I coming across as that much of a dork?
CHAPTER 8
Jaxson
I stare out the window, taking a sip of soda, as her touch pulses over my hand. The contact between us was brief, and yet I can’t seem to calm myself down.
There’s all this hunger inside me with nowhere to go, my body expanding, and my muscles swelling.
My balls have never felt so full, and neither has my heart. It’s not like I’m going to collapse into heartfelt emotion just like that, but I can’t deny this sensation, an expansion inside of me telling me this is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for—a woman who means something to me.
I try to think of Mallory.
When that fails—when thoughts of Zoey thunder ahead—I attempt to remember Luke instead. Nothing works.
“I guess he’s called it quits,” Zoey murmurs.
Turning, I find her sitting on the armchair, her brown hair beautifully messy, her breasts fuller in her sitting position. She moves her finger around the rim of her soda can restlessly. What is she thinking? Did she sense the closeness too?
“I don’t want to keep you,” she says a moment later. “If you need to go, I get it.”
“I don’t like the idea of him out there, swinging by whenever he wants. I’m going to reach out to my contact and hurry things along. He may want to interview you and your mom for more information but don’t worry. I don’t have to be involved.”
“Why would I worry about that?” she snaps.
I pace over to her when I hear her tone—sharp and fierce like she’s angry at me, but she won’t say why.
“Because your mom would freak out if she knew I was here. We both know she wants nothing to do with me.” I’m saying this for my benefit, to remind myself of how wrong this is that I’m even here.
Zoey jumps to her feet. When she moves suddenly, all I can focus on is the gorgeous shiver in her full body, the way her breasts, hips, thighs, and belly tremble, all evidence of her voluptuous, captivating form. There’s a beast in me, that’s for sure.
“You don’t have to keep reminding me of that,” she snaps.
“Of what?”
“Of the fact, Mom hates you. It’s not fair to bring it up if you won’t tell me what happened.”
I place my soda on the coffee table and approach her with raised hands.
“I’m not a skittish horse, Jax,” she says. “No need to treat me like one.”
“Just want you to calm down, is all.”
“It’s hard to calm down when…”
I walk right up to her, stopping barely an inch away, just enough space so that there is space. I could easily reach out and touch her, loop my arms around her hips, ignoring thoughts of her mom and her dad and the low chances of her feeling the same as me.
“When what?” I growl, leaning down to stare into her eyes, the spark of innocence there, but the spark can’t hide the fierceness.
“When there’s a man following me. When Mom would freak if she walked in and found us together.”
“Together,” I repeat, my voice shivering, knowing this is wrong. I know I should stop, but the word together has gripped me.
I lean forward until we’re close enough to kiss, our lips almost touching. This is her chance to snap at me to back off or to tilt her head in confusion.
She could tell me, Are you seriously going to do this after everything? What would Dad say if he were here?
She does none of that, instead parting her lips ever so slightly, giving me a warm puff of air.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Something I shouldn’t,” I say, and then I kiss her.
She doesn’t sound shocked as our lips connect. She gasps, muffled through the kiss, but it sounds like a noise of satisfaction rather than surprise. I groan when I feel her warmth, her eagerness, our lips moving together. My hands go into autopilot, hungrily smoothing down her body to her hips. I squeeze onto her voluptuous form like the indulgent obsessive she makes me.
My manhood stiffens and then becomes so hard I think it might explode when she pushes her body against mine. She shifts up and down, grinding my stiff length with her belly, my tip hot with precome. It knows how close I am to her womb. To giving her a child. It’s official. I’ve lost my mind, but if this is madness, it’s never felt so good.