Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
“She’d say that they were going to love me,” he explained. “That I should write back, accept the interview, and knock it out of the park.”
“She sounds like she was a very smart woman.”
He puffed out a laugh, drawing in a long breath afterward. “She was. She would have liked you a lot, too. I’m sure you guys could talk about Alexander the Great or King Henry or whatever other things history buffs know about.”
“I would have liked her, too.”
Shane had a glimmer in his eye. “Meanwhile, I would have been paying more attention to the type of hardwood Shawn and Nathan on Fixer Brothers were using.”
“All while drinking out of an I Love Lucy cup.”
God. There it was again.
That weird feeling in my chest. Like my heart was doing a little flip every time he looked at me. Why was I so drawn to him?
Maybe I didn’t need a reason.
Maybe I was under some wintertime spell every time I met his eyes, and maybe for anyone else—any other man—it would have been crazy.
But maybe I also didn’t give a damn if it was crazy when I wanted him this much.
I leaned over him on the couch, grabbing his hip as I moved in to claim his mouth in a kiss. He made a little surprised gasp as our lips met, and something about that sound only made me crave him more. My cock stirred, and suddenly I had an intense desire to get all of my clothes off, sooner rather than later.
“It’s pretty fun being your fake boyfriend,” I said, moving lower and kissing the spot on his neck behind his ear.. “I’m starting to think it’s probably pretty great dating you for real, too.”
He hummed, arching a little under my touch. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“What? Why not?” I asked, pushing back a stray piece of his hair. I kissed further down his neck, wanting to touch every inch of him.
“Because I’m kind of a needy boyfriend,” Shane murmured as I sucked a slow kiss against his neck. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“Maybe I like needy,” I said, running my palm up the front of his shirt. “Maybe I’m a little needy, too.”
I felt him get goosebumps all over the soft skin of his chest.
Truthfully, I never was needy, in the past. I’d always been more of a lone wolf when it came to things like relationships.
But when it came to Shane… I was needier than I’d ever been.
“Fuck,” he whispered as I brushed my fingertips across his nipple under his shirt. As I leaned further toward him I felt his cock rut up against my leg and realized he was just as hard as I was, and there was no hiding it now.
“Get these clothes off,” I said, dragging my free hand downward and pushing against his erection.
“If this is what you meant by needy, then I think I’m okay with that,” he said.
“See? Needy is fucking good, Shane. Tell me what you want.”
I groaned as he moved forward to crush his lips to mine. He was taking the lead, this time, kissing me like he wanted to show me exactly what he meant by needy.
And I was ready. For all of it.
“Well, you can fuck me, if you want to,” he said softly, breaking off from our kiss and glancing up at me with this not-so-innocent look in his eyes.
My cock ached like he’d literally been teasing it with his tongue, for God’s sake.
“You’d let me do that?”
“Let you?” Shane said. “I’d beg you to.”
I groaned, reaching down to squeeze my cock through the fabric of my pants. “I—I just didn’t know. I’ve heard that it requires… getting lubed up, stretched out…”
“It does, a bit,” he said. “But if I’m being honest, I’m pretty good at taking cock.”
My skin was hot all over. I looked at him like I was a lustful animal, hanging on his every word. “Is that right?”
He nodded. His gaze skated over my face, and he bit his lower lip, knowing exactly how much he was teasing me right now.
“My bedroom’s just down the hall,” he murmured.
In a flash, I moved. I stood up, reaching down to offer Shane a hand. He stood up and led me down the hallway, heading into his bedroom. My heart was slamming in my chest. I couldn’t even remember a time I’d been in anticipation like this. It made it almost more tempting, knowing that I’d never considered fucking another guy before. I had no idea what to expect, and I really liked that.
All my life, I’d been doing things that I felt like I was supposed to do. But this? Being here with him? It was fully what I wanted. What we both wanted. Nothing felt better than that.
Like everything else in his house, his bedroom was charming as hell, with paned, curtained windows looking out over the snowy world below. As we walked in, he stripped bit by bit, tossing his pants, shirt and underwear to the ground until he was fully naked.