Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I pick up my knife, going back to chopping the vegetables harder, acting as if they are those dreamy things floating through my mind. That’ll teach them.
“No strings sex. We’re going to be family soon and we can make things—" I trail off, shrugging my shoulders and putting the knife back down. I glance back up at him when he doesn’t respond.
“Messy?” he supplies when my eyes lock with his. He wanted my attention back on him. It’s why he didn’t respond. He licks those lips that I still can feel on my neck. “But I have plans to make you all kinds of messy.”
I have plans to let him.
Chapter 4
Cullen
No strings sex? I can play that game. I’ll sex her so good that the thought of leaving me never enters her mind again.
“Do you want to fuck before or after dinner?”
Her knife stops mid-slice and she has to swallow before she answers. “Whichever.”
She tries to play it cool but the slight tremor in her hand as she resumes dinner prep and the tiny bit of color at the top of her cute ears tells a different story. She’s an innocent, which means her sex-only offer was a bluff.
Maybe it wasn’t exactly a bluff. The girl is curious. She’s dying to know what it feels like to have her bell rung hard. So it is a calculated bet. Either way she doesn’t lose.
If I walk, she’s okay. If I don’t, she gets to find out exactly what everyone else is so excited about when they talk about getting laid.
I’m not a fan of her ambivalence but I figure it comes from being burned one too many times. And I don’t mean at the stove. She had a shitty childhood and spent the last twelve years raising her little sister. MJ is probably tired of people crapping out on her. She’s had a lifetime of disappointment and not enough pleasure.
Good thing I’m here to change that.
I get up from the bar stool and circle the island so that I’m at her back.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Getting a different angle on your knife skills.” I snug up close to her until my semi hard dick is pressing against her juicy ass. “Don’t stop on my account,” I urge as her knife stalls.
She collects herself and shrugs. “The knife works the same no matter where you’re standing.”
For all her studied carelessness, the blade she wields makes a loud thud with each downstroke. I smile into her hair. She’s cute thinking that violence turns me off. If anything, it gets my blood heated. Fuck, there’s nothing like a good chase.
I slide a hand around her front and palm her stomach. She stills again.
“Don’t mind me,” I murmur, sweeping her hair aside. Her neck is long and slender. I place a soft kiss along her hairline and trail my lips down the cords of her neck, stopping at the collar of her knit shirt. As I’m kissing her, I bring my hand up to her breast. It feels warm to my touch. It’s plump and erotic.
My half chub grows into a full erection. She feels it, but doesn’t move away. Instinctively, or maybe intentionally, she backs her ass into my hard-on and lightly rubs against me.
My hand dips to the button of her jeans. I pop it open, slowly, giving her an opportunity to tell me to back the hell off. She doesn’t. Instead, she grabs an onion and silently goes to work on it.
In her own way, she’s trying to tell me to do my worst—or best. I don’t think she believes I can blow her mind. I don’t think she believes in fate or true love or any of that shit. I didn’t before her.
That’s okay. I’ll have a lifetime to convince her. I’ll start working on her body and make my way into her heart so slowly and sneakily she won’t realize I’ve taken root there until it’s too late.
I don’t lower the zipper much, just enough to get my big hand down the front and under her panties. The close quarters will only add to the pressure against her cunt and get her wild. I stroke her lightly, two fingers on either side of her pussy lips. She’s wet, drenched even. I use her lube to slick my way up to her clit and back to her cunt. I can’t wait to get my tongue on her. She’ll be a wet mess then. I just know she’ll fuck my face like I’m a toy bronco at the carnival.
Her heartbeat picks up. Her breath comes in short pants. She lays the knife down and braces herself against the counter.
“You ever come in the kitchen, baby?” I ask her, molding one breast and then the other. Her chest heaves under my grip. She’s got perfect tits—heavy, round, with big fucking nipples I can’t wait to suck on.