Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
I smiled. Wow, that was sweet. “No, I didn’t know that.”
“I don’t want to talk right now, Jenna.”
I swallowed thickly. My fingers curled against my palms. “Honestly, me neither.”
Nathan moved then, pushing away from the wall and stalking toward me.
My head tilted up and up, until our shoes bumped and his fingers brushed against mine. That touch, my God. I felt my pulse throbbing in my neck.
“I keep holding back with you. Can you tell?” Nathan bent his arm and braced it on the door above my head, his fingers slowly gliding over my hand, my wrist, the side of my elbow. “It’s not because I don’t want something to happen. There is little I’ve wanted more than this.”
“I want it too.” I reached out and held on to his waist. I had to. My legs were threatening to give out.
Nathan glanced down at my grip on his body. His chest was heaving now.
“It’s okay if you need to hold back, and it’s okay if you don’t,” I said. Our eyes locked. “I’m not going to stop you, Nathan.”
His fingers had worked their way up my arm and were currently teasing the bikini string around my neck. He pulled it away from my collarbone.
“I don’t think I could stop right now.” He caught my eyes, bent lower, and floated his mouth over mine. “This fucking top,” he growled. “You nearly killed me today.”
I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. We were so fucking close, we shared breath. Him out, me in. Me out, him in. He hovered there, staring at me. If I tilted my head up, we’d kiss. I knew we would.
I didn’t move a muscle. Neither did he. For seconds, we never touched, and it was the hottest tease of my life.
“How is this good?” he asked, head shaking ever so slightly in disbelief. “I could stay right here…Fuck.”
“I know.” My hands flexed around his hips. “You really don’t have to move.”
“Oh, I’m going to move,” he promised.
The beat of a second passed before he acted, sliding his hand around my neck and into my hair, forcing that tilt of my head I’d been so patiently refusing. I gasped as our lips pressed together, arching away from the door and wrapping my arms around his neck.
Nathan groaned and hauled me up his body, his fingers digging into my ass and his hard dick trapped between us.
The feel of him…Holy shit. Wetness pooled between my legs.
And good God, he could kiss.
Soon we were moving, him backward and me barely needing to lift my feet. I felt like I was floating. My hands were in his hair, tugging as I sucked grape Popsicle off his tongue. I moaned into his mouth.
“I want you. God, I want you.” His voice was needy. Urgent. His hot mouth moved down my neck and sucked.
“Nathan.” My entire body shook. “Get us in a room. Please.”
His back hit a door, and he blindly reached around to open it.
I squeaked when his hand returned to my ass and grabbed, fingers digging into denim and lifting. My legs wrapped around his waist.
He carried me inside the room. I reached over his shoulder and pushed the door closed. He locked it. I swiped the wall and turned on the light.
We toppled over onto the bed, kicking our sandals off. The sheets underneath my back bunching as he slid me higher toward the headboard. He was panting as he crawled over me. I fell back onto the pillow, my hands on his face as I kissed him.
I didn’t want to stop. Just like out in the hallway, this was so good. Just this. His tongue inside my mouth. The way Nathan sucked on my lips. His dirty little noises, I could eat them for hours.
I whimpered when he sat back on his heels and forced us apart, until he reached over his shoulder and stripped off his shirt.
Right. Too many clothes. This could get so much better. Move, Jenna.
I quickly sat up and drew off my top, tossing it beside the bed to join his while I openly stared at his chest and carved-out abs. I fell back as Nathan reached for me. Our hands collided at my shorts.
I popped the button. He pulled down the zipper. I lifted my hips. He yanked the shorts down my legs.
“Teamwork,” I said. I smiled when he smiled and slid my fingers underneath the ties at my hips.
“Leave that on for a minute.” He sank back over me, bracing his weight on his elbows and dipping lower.
“Sure.” I licked along his tongue.
Again, I was good with doing this for hours. He wanted a minute? No problem.
I rubbed my hands over his sides and back as we kissed. I gripped onto muscle. His skin was smooth and warm from the sun. When Nathan rocked his hips forward and pressed the head of his dick against me, I gasped and dug my nails into his skin. “God, yes.”