Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Crap.” I begin to storm to the counter to pay. “I cannot miss that appointment.”
The sun is just coming over the horizon, and I smile as I power walk along with a spring in my step.
It’s just after 6:30 a.m. I’m out exercising, and I’m feeling very proud of myself. I’ve been eating well, sleeping great, and dreaming of a particular handsome man.
I feel good, so good that I can’t wipe the dreamy smile from my face.
I turn the corner onto Kingston Lane as I plan my day. Once I get home, I’ll go to school early and get some extra work done. Now that my weekend has turned into a six-day vacation, I want to get some extra lessons prepared for my substitute teacher.
Six days . . . with Blake.
I get a shiver of excitement. Honestly, things couldn’t be going better between us.
He isn’t being pushy or overbearing. In fact, I’m missing him. I usually see him a lot more than I have this week.
I glance up, and speak of the devil, Blake’s garage door slowly goes up, his car pulls out, and he breaks out into a breathtaking smile when he sees me walking up the road.
His car slowly drives toward me, and I grab the bottom of my T-shirt to pretend I’m going to flash my boobs at him. He chuckles and pulls the car into my driveway and gets out. He’s wearing a navy suit and a crisp white shirt. His heavenly cologne wafts through the air.
How didn’t I notice all these dreamy things about him before now? The man is a bona fide walking orgasm.
“I’d like a word with you inside, young lady.” He raises his eyebrow, as if acting angry.
“What about?”
“Street flashing.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me, and trying as hard as I can to act casual, I walk into my house; he follows me in and closes the front door behind him.
As soon as we’re in private, the mood changes between us. He stares down at me as I stare up at him, and the air crackles between us.
He steps forward and takes me into his arms and kisses me. His hands drop to my behind and grind me onto him.
Suddenly we’re desperate for each other, and we fall back as arousal takes us over.
“You’re all I can fucking think about,” he breathes against my lips.
“Same.” I push him to walk backward to the couch, and as his legs hit it, he falls down, and I climb over his lap. His hands go to my hip bones, and he begins to pull me down onto him as we kiss like animals.
He pulls out of the kiss to look up at me with dark eyes as my body rocks onto his erection. He’s thick and swollen and . . . he’d feel so good deep inside me.
Fuck.
I don’t want to play this waiting game anymore.
I want him now.
“Can you come over tonight?” I murmur against his lips.
He moans as his eyes flutter closed. “Cancún.” He whispers the word out.
“I want our first time to be here, in my bed.”
A frown crosses his face, and he pushes me off him and stands.
I try to sweeten the deal. “I’ll make you lasagna.”
“You don’t have time to make me lasagna, and besides, what makes you think I’m a sure thing?”
“Don’t do that to me.” I pull a whiny face. “I’m counting on it that you are.”
“We talked about this.” He looks down at me and takes my face into his hands. “We are waiting.”
“I know what I want, Blake.” I push him back onto the couch and straddle him again. “I’m done with waiting. I need you now.”
He smiles against my lips as his cock hits a new level of hard. “Be careful, Rebecca. I’m hanging on to my control by a thread here.”
He has to go to work.
I peel myself off his lap and take a step back, and he gingerly climbs off the couch. He rearranges his hard length in his suit pants.
“Tonight,” he breathes as he kisses me softly. This kiss is different. Soft and tender and filled with unspoken promise.
“Tonight.” I smile against his lips.
“Do you want me to get dinner on my way home?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.” I kiss him again and again and . . .
“Bec.” He steps back from me. “Unless you are going to call into work sick today, you need to stop. Right now.”
“Fine.” I giggle and step back. “Goodbye, Dr. Grayson.”
His dark eyes hold mine, and he rearranges himself in his suit pants again. “You’re going to fucking get it.”
“That’s the plan.”
He turns and without another word walks out of the house. With arousal screaming and thumping through my soul, I go to the window and watch him walk out to his car.
“Morning, Carol,” he calls as he gives her a wave.