Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I take her lip between my teeth and suck on it, tugging at her delicate flesh. She slides her hand to the back of my head, commanding control once more. And I fight her. Because this back and forth between us is turning me on too much to stop. She’s so damn feisty. Not like I expected anything else from Bex.
I sweep my tongue into her mouth, and she lets go, melting into me. Her body relaxes against mine as if she’s finally given in. We stay like this for what feels like hours until our lips separate.
She’s panting, barely able to catch her breath.
“Wanna get out of here?” I ask her.
She nods. “As if you had to ask.”
Thirty minutes later, I pull up out front of the house I share with my teammates. The old Victorian has three floors, a covered porch, and a massive yard. For once, it’s not littered with beer bottles or cigarettes from people passing by on their way to Greek Row.
“Wait here,” I tell Bex, running my hand up her thigh. “I’ll come around and get you.”
She frowns. “I don’t need help getting out of the car, Parker.”
“You looked kind of dangerous in those heels on our way out of the club.”
She chuckles. “That’s because I’m not used to them.”
I remove my hand from her leg and open my car door. “Just let me help you, okay? The pavement is cracked in certain parts along this street. I don’t want you to get your heel stuck in one of them and break your leg.”
“Aww.” She holds her hand over her heart and smiles. “That’s sweet, even for you.”
I shrug. “I have my moments.”
After I switch off the ignition and push open the door, I make my way around to the other side of the car. I hold out my hand for Bex, and she takes it, allowing me to help her up from the bucket seat. She cups my shoulders using them to stabilize herself.
“I think I’m good,” she says, her lips inches from mine.
Fuck, I’m not.
Our eyes meet and electricity skates along my skin. Ignoring her comment, I slip my fingers between hers and lead her toward the house. I wasn’t kidding about cracks in the pavement. A girl fell out front last year after one of our parties and broke her tibia.
She staggers even with me holding onto her. We only had a few beers. Bex isn’t drunk. For a girl who’s so light on her feet on the court, she sure as hell seems out of her element in heels.
Worried she’ll twist her ankle, I lift Bex and sling her over my shoulder as if she weighs nothing.
“Hey.” She hits me playfully on my back. “Put me down, Preston. I can walk on my own.”
“I’m sure you can. But I’m not taking any chances with you. How would I explain this to your dad if something happened to you while you were at my house?”
She groans. “Okay, fine. If it makes you feel better.”
“It does.”
I jog up the front steps of the old Victorian and then set her on the ground to retrieve my keys from my pocket. Once inside, I survey the situation. None of my teammates are in the living room. Or the dining room. Weird.
The kitchen is empty. Then I remember they went to a party at one of the fraternity houses.
I reach into the refrigerator to grab two bottles of water and a carton of strawberries. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I move toward the island in the center of the kitchen. Bex waits for me with a devious look in her eyes.
“Hungry?” I place the food and drinks on the counter behind her, intentionally reaching around her so she can’t move.
She smirks. “You going to feed me?”
I lift her up by her ass, ripping a loud scream from her lips, and set her down on the counter. Moving between her legs, I push them wider making room for myself. Bex moans when I rub her thighs. Her entire body trembles. She’s so responsive to my touch.
I lift a strawberry from the carton and hold it up to her mouth. She sticks out her tongue to lick the fruit.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I hiss.
She bites into the strawberry, eating it so slow I can’t take my eyes off her mouth. The second she finishes it, my lips crash against hers. Our tongues work in harmony, and the remnants of the strawberry tastes good in my mouth. She smells so sweet I want to lick every inch of her beautiful body.
She sits back ending my exploration of her mouth, and pulls her top over her head, dropping it on the counter. And she’s not wearing a bra. Her breasts are full, more than a handful, her nipples hardened peaks. I lick my lips liking what I see. She’s perfect, all mine. At least for tonight.