Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Frustrated by my inability to make sense of reality—am I dreaming again, or is this real?—I try to turn onto my side.
And can’t.
What the …? I press off the mattress with my hip and realize I’m pinned to the bed.
Panic rushes over me. A tug-of-war starts in my brain of whether to scream or freeze or to start kicking and throwing punches. I gasp, opening my mouth to yell for help, when large, warm waves ripple through me—starting between my legs and radiating in all directions.
“Oof,” I gasp, forcing my eyes to open.
Oh shit.
Chase lies on the mattress, face in my pussy. He’s watching me—eyes trained on mine—as he licks and sucks around my opening.
I force a swallow down my parched throat. Good thing I didn’t need to scream. I wouldn’t have been able to anyway.
My head is scrambled despite being acutely aware of the delicious assault on my sex. I wonder what time it is. But as I start to look at the clock on the bedside table, Chase flicks my clit with his tongue.
“Ah,” I moan, reaching for his head.
He chuckles against me, rocking my hips back to give himself more access to my bud. I let my knees fall to the sides. I grip the side of his head and soak up the pleasure.
Every pass of his tongue gets me closer to the end.
He slips a finger inside me and works it just how I like it. I press my head into my pillows and climb to the top to my orgasm.
“Don’t be loud,” Chase says, kissing my clit, which makes me shiver.
“I can’t help it.”
He chuckles against me again. “You better help it, or I’ll have to gag you.”
I raise my head and stare into his eyes. “How loud do I have to get to be gagged?”
He shakes his head before burying it against me.
I try to remember his orders not to yell, but the intensity of the impending explosion proves to be too much. I grab a pillow and cover my face.
Chase bites gently on my swollen nub, and I lose it.
My legs shake—my body trembles. A gush of desire rolls down my slit and pools on the bed beneath me.
The sound of Chase’s tongue licking, caressing—delivering the pleasure coursing through me—only prolongs the delicious torture.
I grit my teeth and ride out wave after wave of intensity.
Finally, when I’m spent, I release the pillow and toss it to the side. It’s just in time to catch Chase pulling away from me. My orgasm coats his face.
“That’s one hell of a way to wake up,” I whisper.
He grins, picking up the pillow I just had. He slips it out of the pillowcase and uses the fabric to wipe himself off.
“Come here and let me repay the favor,” I say, scooting up.
“Can’t.” He tosses the pillowcase at me, grinning. “I’ve gotta go to work.”
“What?” I glance at the clock. “It’s three thirty in the morning.”
“And I’ve gotta go.”
I hold out my hands like, what the fuck?
He gets off the bed and walks around to the side. He sits and pulls me toward him. I nestle against his chest, breathing in his cologne and memorizing it for the next two days.
“I couldn’t leave without something to remember you by,” he says, kissing my head.
“Pretty sure I’m the one with the memory.” I pull back and look into his eyes. “Be safe, okay?”
He nods. “If you need anything, call me.”
“I will.”
He searches my face like he’s about to say something else but doesn’t. Instead, he half smiles and kisses me. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Are you sure I can’t reciprocate?”
“I wish.” He kisses me again. “Two days. When I get back, you’re in my bed.”
My stomach wobbles. “We’ll see.”
He grins wickedly. “Damn right, we will.” He gets off the bed and heads for the door. “Go back to sleep. I’ll call you later this morning.”
“Okay.”
He cracks open the door, gives me a final smile that lights me up from the inside out, and then leaves.
I fall back against the bed and giggle. How is this even real?
Sighing, I contemplate whether to go to the bathroom or go back to sleep. But the energy pulsing through me has me turning to my phone instead. Feelings I’ve never felt before roar through me, and I don’t know how to keep them inside. They need to be let out.
I unlock the screen and find Calista’s name.
Me: I think I just fell in love.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Megan
“Well, that sucks.” Kennedy turns the corner from the stairs and moves into the living room. “I just wanted to take a shower.”
I turn down the volume on the television. “And why can’t you get in the shower?”
“Because it’s storming.”
As if on cue, a rattle of thunder shakes the house.
“And why can’t you shower when it’s storming?” I ask, not following her.