Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
His arm muscles flex as he thrusts, breathing hard. He’s spectacular. I’ve never seen anything so masculine and sexy in my life. I can’t believe I’m the one having this effect on him. I know I’ll be sore from this tomorrow and I’m going to love every second of it.
“Oh, fuck...” His eyes lock onto mine as he rocks his hips into me, moving faster now. “Josie.”
God, I love the sound of my name on his lips as his body locks and he groans with his release. His body shudders and I run my palms down his sweat-slicked back.
He exhales, relaxing, and we lie down side by side.
“We’ve been dancing around this thing between us for a long time,” he says softly.
“Was it worth the wait?” I stroke my fingertips over his cheek.
“I think so. But let’s dispense with this pretend girlfriend thing.”
The flutter returns to my stomach. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“No more games. I want you in my life as my girlfriend.”
I love the sound of that. And I hate that I have to worry about what my aunt would say, but I do.
“I don’t know how that would work with my job.”
His hand is on my hip, his thumb stroking my skin. “We can keep it private until you’re done with the job. But then we tell everyone.”
I smile, feeling like a flower about to burst into bloom. “Okay.”
There are so many unknowns, but I’m sure of the most important thing: us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dane
I was dreaming about bacon. Probably because Josie and I finally—fucking finally—had sex, and now I can dream about other things. I shift in bed, open my eyes and sniff the air.
It wasn’t a dream. I smell bacon, and Josie’s curled up asleep beside me, so she’s not the one making it.
My mom. It comes back to me then—my parents are here and she must be cooking. I grab my phone from the bedside table to see how long Josie and I slept. It’s 6:07 p.m. We’ve been out for almost seven hours.
I’m groggy and could easily go back to sleep.
“No!” Josie cries, flying into a sitting position, her eyes wide.
“Easy,” I say, amused.
She exhales hard and puts a palm on her chest. “I was having a dream that I had to chase you out a bathroom window.”
I cringe, feigning heart pain. “Damn, my technique needs some work if that’s what you’re dreaming about after this morning.”
She smiles. “This morning was amazing and you know it, Foster.”
Stretching out on her side next to me, she leans on her elbow. I’ve seen her fresh out of bed, her face clean and her hair rumpled, but never this close up. It’s the first time I’ve noticed a tiny freckle just above her right eyebrow.
“You won’t have to chase me anywhere anymore.” My cock is hard and ready for more of her. “I’ll be the one chasing you out windows.”
She tries to cover the flicker of doubt that passes over her face, but I don’t miss it. I get why she’s skeptical, given my reputation. But the closer I get to Josie, the more I want. She’s not some woman I met after a game, screwed, and don’t plan to get a number from.
“Something smells really good,” she says, lowering her brows.
I run my hand up the back of her bare thigh, groaning with satisfaction when I find her ass bare. She put on one of my T-shirts before we went to sleep, and apparently, nothing else.
“Mom’s cooking something.” I lean over and kiss her neck. “We can go eat in a little bit.”
Her soft laughter is warm on my ear. “Or we can go now.”
I slide my hand beneath the shirt, my palm coasting up her stomach to cup her breast. She inhales softly.
“Tell me you don’t like this,” I say as I gently pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Dane...” she protests weakly as her nipple stiffens.
“Mm-hmm...” I kiss the spot beneath her ear that made her crazy earlier. “Do it, baby. Tell me we can’t because my parents are in the other room.”
“They are,” she whispers.
I pull the shirt up, expose her breasts, and suck one of her nipples into my mouth for a few seconds, then nip at it, eliciting a little gasp.
“I know,” I whisper back. “But I’m not letting my girl out of here with a wet, needy pussy.” I move her hand to my rock-hard erection. “And you’re the only one who can do something about this.”
“Dane...”
I flick my tongue over her nipple, still a perfectly stiff pink peak. She wraps her hand around my cock and it’s all I can do not to groan hard at how good it feels.
“I can’t come with your parents in the other room,” she says softly in my ear.
The fuck she can’t. I don’t back down from any challenge. With a smirk, I kiss her and say, “Better grab a pillow to scream into.”