Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
He tosses his shirt to the side, and all I can do is sit here looking at him. There is no mistaking he is a man’s man. His chest is broad with no chest hair, but then he has a bit of dusting on his stomach going down to below the belt.
“Grace,” he says my name softly as my hands trail over his chest, “you’re killing me.”
“Sorry.” I snatch my hands away from him, and if his arm wasn’t wrapped around my waist, I would jump off his lap and die of embarrassment.
“Hey,” he says, putting his hand under my chin and lifting it up to make sure I’m looking at him. “I want your hands on me,” he reassures me, making me slowly start to smile. “In fact, I want them all over me.” He bends his head to bury it in my neck, and my eyes close as his tongue comes out to lick my neck as he trails kisses down it. His hand slides under the hem of my shirt, and I can’t help but get goose bumps all over my body.
“Caine,” I whisper his name in a plea, wanting him to go lower. Wanting his mouth on me everywhere. His fingers trail up my back while his mouth attacks my neck, and my hips start to rub against his cock.
“I feel the heat from your pussy right through my jeans,” he states, and I’m ready to be naked with him. I cross my hands in front of me, grabbing the hem of my shirt to pull it up over my head, leaving me in my white lace bra that’s the most delicate thing I’ve ever touched. I knew the minute I put it on today that I wanted him to tear it off me. I mean, not literally tear it off my body, but enough to drive him crazy to want to rip it off.
His two hands come up; his eyes mesmerized on my tits. My stomach gets all the butterflies that are humanly possible, making breathing hard. My chest pants as his hands come up to cup my breasts. His thumbs rub the peaked nipples, aching to be touched. “Um,” I start to say but stop when his head moves, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth through my bra. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. “Shit,” I say when my head falls back.
His mouth goes to the other nipple, and when he looks up at me, his eyes are like the deep ends of the ocean. All I want to do is get lost in him, get lost at this moment. “You’re exquisite,” he praises, kissing me in the middle of my chest. “You leave me breathless.”
I wait for him to look up at me, his eyes staring into mine. “I have to tell you something,” I say, and my heart speeds up for a whole different reason, “but I’m afraid you are going to freak out.” He wraps both arms around me, making sure I don’t leave him.
“I promise not to freak out,” he assures me, his voice soft and clear.
I take a deep inhale and try not to laugh, but I’m so nervous it comes out anyway, along with three words that might change everything. “I’m a virgin.”
twenty-two
Caine
I’m sitting on my couch with the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on straddling me. I’ve just made her dinner and tried to woo the fuck out of her. The whole time my hands shake just to feel her, just to hold her, just to touch her. My eyes blink I think twice, maybe a hundred times, to be honest. “Caine.” She says my name, which shoots straight up my spine and then right to my dick. “Hey.” The softness of her voice has me blink one last time until it feels like I’m back on earth and not floating on a cloud close by.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize for what, I’m not even sure right now. “What did you just say?” Maybe I misunderstood. Maybe all the blood had drained from my head to my cock. Maybe…
“I said don’t freak out,” she repeats as her hands move from my chest toward my neck. “But you should know I’m a virgin.” Yup, I didn’t dream those words; she actually said them. “You’re freaking out.”
I swallow down the lump; at the same time I feel like my heart is going to literally burst out of my chest. “I’m not.” I say the words, but my head screams at me to act cool. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” She tries to joke with me, and I shake my head.
“It’s just that—” I start to say, and she pulls herself off me, and I stop her midway, turning her so her back is to my chest, one leg dangling between my legs. “Stop it.” She looks over at me, her chest rising and falling. The thin lace bra hiding nothing, her nipples pebbled from me sucking them.