Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“You make me hot in the lady bits,” Azalea says out of nowhere.
“Gah!” Apparently, that’s the sound that comes out when I realize she’s no longer even attempting to filter her thoughts. Probably for my benefit. Her eyes are dancing, and I think she knows exactly what it’s going to take to help me relax. Humor. Kind of. I mean, I think she also meant what she just said.
She steps closer and lifts a hand. I don’t flinch or step back. When her silky fingertip lands on my pec and strokes down, giving my nipple a little flick, it becomes official. I’m now harder than granite. But granite is porous, so I might have to amend that to say I’m much, much harder.
“If you’d like to do more, I would suggest taking off your pants, getting on that bed with me, and putting your tongue to good use. How, exactly? I’ll let you decide.”
I finally, finally allow myself permission to let my eyes drop down to fully take in Azalea’s beauty. I was keeping my gaze trained on her face, but now that she’s walking over to the bed, not suggestively, just walking, which is itself so sexy that any man could combust on the spot, I let myself gaze at her appreciatively. She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting. Her breasts are lush mounds with tight, dusty rose nipples, and her stomach is flat, her hips wondrously curved. The lace panties hide everything, but I already know she’s going to have the sweetest pussy in the universe.
I now know what that tongue comment meant.
I could taste her anywhere, but I’m sure she wasn’t talking about her knee or elbow. I think. She might have strange preferences, though. If she wants me to lick her anywhere, I’m more than willing. I might be out of practice, and that might be embarrassing, but I’m more than willing to take direction.
Her breath catches when my knee hits the bed.
“I feel all fizzy inside,” she whispers. “Like a shaken-up soda. In a good way. Just clarifying.”
“Duly noted.”
I want to tell her that I feel honored. Undeserving. That she’s pure and so damn pretty, and I’m just a street kid. A kid who never could get the best of his father. A kid tainted by that lifestyle. I’m still that kid deep down, and I’ll always carry him with me. The kid who couldn’t save his mother, who could never stand up to his devil of a father. The one who ran because that was his only option, even though my pride still smarts that I wasn’t brave enough to die with my family that day. I vowed, when Granny took me out of that life, that I’d spend every day not paying her back but doing what I could, the good, to make up for the bad that my father did. That I’d spend every day proving to myself that I’m not him.
But I still carry his blood. It’s running through me. I can’t carve out his DNA, and that makes me feel… It makes me feel like I’ll always be tainted. Like I could sully Azalea just by touching her.
She frowns at me, her eyes narrowing even though her pupils are huge. “Alden? Hey…Are you still with me?”
Tell her the truth. Tell her that you’re not worthy to lick so much as her big toe. Or her little toe. Or the heel of her foot. Tell her.
“I just want to make sure that you…that you’ve considered this properly,” I choke. It might not be sexy, but I can’t do this if she says this is just a heat-of-the-moment thing for her. I can’t have her figuring it out later and considering what she’s done. I couldn’t stand it if she regretted it or if she wanted to banish me from her mind.
“I believe I have,” Azalea whispers. “I believe that I’ve been considering it since last night.”
“But you…you know that…who I am. And where I come from.”
Her hand arcs gracefully through the air and lands on my cheek, cupping it sweetly. Her fingers are so smooth and soft as they glide over my skin in a soothing arc. Her whisper is broken, broken by sorrow, but her eyes are shining at me with crystal clear intensity, blazing with intelligence but soft and tempered with compassion.
“I do know. The thing is, I come from the same place. Not a place of nurture but a place of nature. So, if you think you were born a monster, that’s nonsense. That’s the biggest load of bullcrap I have ever heard. If you think you can be made one, I think you’re right, but that’s not you. You were with that man in that life long enough that you could have gone in that direction if you wanted to. You could have found those men who did what they did to your family, and you could have had your revenge, but instead, you spend your day trying to help people.”