Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“I’m going to crawl into bed.” She tugs at a strand of her long hair and sniffs. “Eww, I reek of beer. I’ll be in the shower.” Libby flings open her door and darts up the sidewalk before I have a chance to respond.
Shaking my head, I reach for my purse and step out of the car. Dex meets me by the trunk.
“I’ll walk you inside, then head out,” he says. “You should probably talk to her one-on-one.”
“I plan to.” I lift my gaze to his and cock an eyebrow. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“That came out wrong.” He curls his fingers around mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. “It’s obvious you’ve got it handled. I meant, I’m probably in the way.” He tugs me toward the front door.
Tired, I bump into him and he wraps his arm around my waist. What I wouldn’t give to wake up next to his strong, solid presence in the morning.
But that’s a luxury I can’t afford at this stage in my life.
CHAPTER NINE
Dex
I hate like hell leaving Emily. Still worked up from earlier, my cock’s cursing me out, but that’s not the only reason I want to stay.
I’m worried about Emily and Libby.
I must be getting old. I’m not Emily’s boyfriend or Libby’s dad, so I don’t know why it bugged me to find her huddled in a darkened corner of her friend’s porch so damn much. Maybe it was the relieved way Libby jumped and grabbed my hand like a lifeline that prodded all my protective instincts awake.
The front door squeaks as Emily opens it and steps inside. Here’s where I should kiss her good night and leave.
Too bad I can’t convince my body to turn around and go.
Emily sets her purse on a table in the entryway and walks over to the staircase, cocking her head. The faint screech of old pipes and water running drifts downstairs.
“She’s already in the shower.” Emily frowns. “Did she say anything to you?”
“No. I found her sitting in a dark corner all by herself, looking pretty miserable, though.” My gaze shifts toward the stairs. “Our MC throws some wild parties and I gotta say, those kids could give us a run for our money.” Looked like a group of them had been trying to reenact scenes from their favorite pornos. But I keep that part to myself so I don’t scare the shit out of Emily.
“Dammit.” Emily chews on her thumbnail. “I miss her hanging out with her little nerdy thespian group.”
“Is Mackenzie a new friend?”
“No, but they seem to have vastly different interests lately.”
I’ll say.
She throws one more glance at the stairs then walks closer to me. “Thank you.”
She’s within reach. All I want to do is get her closer. Pull her into my arms and taste her mouth again. I close the small gap between us and curl my arms around her waist. Heat flares in her eyes, and she slicks her tongue over her bottom lip.
Then somehow, I’m pressing her body up against the wall. Or is it the hallway closet door? It doesn’t matter. I grab her ass, lifting her slightly. Our lips meet and she opens for me. Her hands fist into my T-shirt, then slide underneath. Soft, warm fingertips tease along my lower back and it’s like a live wire spreading sparks over my skin.
She moans into my mouth and I snap, yanking her dress up. She releases me, fumbling with something behind her, then drags me into the hall closet.
Am I really making out with a girl in a closet? Brings back my own high school days. Who the fuck cares? Closet, back seat of a car—I’m game for anything as long as it’s Emily’s body pressed up against mine.
We fall against a pile of coats hanging from a hook. Emily bats them away and then I’m pressing her against the wall again. She raises her knee to my hip. Fuck, I’m dying. It would be so easy to free myself and fuck her into oblivion, but this isn’t quite how I want our first time to be. A hurried, quiet quickie in a closet—no. I need time to spread Emily out and explore every inch of her body. Listen to her go wild, screaming my name.
Why does this woman feel like she was made for me? Her body fits against mine perfectly. This long fucking dress is driving me nuts, though. I fight my way through the endless fabric of the skirt and finally cup my hand over her searing heat. I shove the damp satin out of my way, not taking the time to pull her underwear all the way off this time.
“I need to feel you come one more time,” I whisper against her ear. “Can you do that for me?”
Her body shivers against mine. “I don’t know.”