Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
I smell him before my bed dips. His cologne is faint, but it still lingers on his skin. It’s a good thing I know it’s him or I’d be in trouble.
“Josie,” he whispers against my skin. He nuzzles my neck and cheek, getting dangerously close to my lips. It’s like he knows where my switch is—the one that turns me on so deeply—he’s the master at controlling it.
“Are you pretending to be asleep, my girl?”
His girl.
I can’t hold my laughter in anymore and giggle as I wrap my arms around him, loving the fact he’s already shed his clothes except his boxers. He’s saving those for me. We can talk later. Right now, I want to feel him, taste him, and bask in his presence. It’s been the longest six weeks of my life, and I honestly don’t know how I’m going to make it to the holidays without seeing him.
My lips press to his, and then our tongues meet. There isn’t anything I can think of that compares to the sheer joy I feel when kissing Liam. He’s my everything. My sun, moon, a cute fluffy cloud in the sky. He’s the cherry on top of my favorite sundae and a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Liam’s the air I breathe and the tears I cry when he’s not here.
I don’t care that we’ve just graduated from high school. He’s it for me. The love of my life, now, tomorrow, and every day after. No one will ever compare to him.
My fingers trail down his face and into the scruff on his jaw. It’s longer than he’s ever had it before. I’m not sure if I like it, but none of that matters right now because my guy is here, in my room. He drove a godawful long way to come see me because I’m what he needed.
I hope he knows I need him just as much, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.
“What’s all this?” My fingers continue to brush along his facial hair. I’m not sure I’d call it a beard, but it’s definitely something.
“Some tradition,” he says in between kisses. “I’ll shave as soon as we win.”
“Well, you won’t if you’re not QB1.”
Liam says nothing and presses his lips against mine again. I’m fine if he doesn’t want to talk right now. Neither do I. I don’t know how much time he has and there are a couple other things I’d like to do before we are forced to face reality and he has to go back to Texas.
He settles between my legs and kisses a blazing path down my torso, and already my toes curl in anticipation. Liam lifts my tank top, and I know he can see my tan line, thanks to the moonlight from outside. Katelyn teases me that I glow in the dark. When both your boyfriends are gone, there isn’t anything to do except lie by the pool all day.
Liam kisses my belly, pushing my shirt up as he moves back toward my mouth. My hands roam over the planes of his abs, his shoulders, and down his arms, and then to his ass, giving it a good squeeze. He pulls my tank top until I’m sitting up, and then he slowly brings it over my head.
We stare at each other as if this is the last time we’re going to see each other.
I reach out, needing to touch him.
Liam leans forward, leaving me no choice but to lie back. He sits back, resting on his knees. The streetlight, not far from my window, provides us enough light so we can see each other. My chest heaves as Liam stares at me. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my body. Memorize me. It’s almost as if he’s going away or he thinks I am.
I’m about to ask him if everything is okay when he bends forward and latches onto one of my breasts. My hand slaps over my mouth to muffle my cry. My back arches, wanting more from him and his tongue. More sucking, lapping, and nipping. His big hand cups my other breast, his thumb and finger tweaking and pinching my nipple.
His body shakes. Is he nervous? Scared? Eager?
I go with eager, much like I am and shimmy until his hips meet mine. I swear my eyes roll back in my head when I feel his bulge pressing into me. My hips flex, grinding against him. The feeling sends a jolt through me. I’m not sure how much more I can take. The back of my hand ghosts along his waistline, and then my hand pushes the waistband of his boxers down enough to give me access. Liam groans when my fingers graze his shaft.
“Liam.” The voice that comes out of my mouth isn’t mine. It’s heady and wanton, and nothing I’ve ever heard before.