Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“It’s gloss,” I sputtered as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my tube of gloss. “The stuff I normally wear. It’s just clear gloss.” I held the tube between my fingers awkwardly as I said, “It’s hydrating… winter weather leaves them kind of chapped.”
God, Maddox had beautiful lips. Nothing rough about those babies.
“Put it on.”
I was in the midst of sliding the tube back into my pocket when the softly spoken order came through.
And it was an order.
“What?” I choked out as I lifted my eyes from his mouth.
His big thumb was still sliding back and forth along my lower lip. He gave the flesh just the tiniest of tugs and I was sure I came in my pants a little bit.
“Put it on,” Maddox repeated.
I tried to remember everything that was wrong with the situation, but something about the way he said the words and the way he held my gaze while doing it sent me to a place I’d only ever allowed myself to go in my most secret of fantasies. My whole body grew warm and relaxed, even though I was also completely turned on. I tried to remind myself that even if Maddox had somehow gotten caught up in some weird bi-curious moment, it wasn’t real. I had the kind of features that could pass for more feminine than masculine at times, and that was all this was.
So why was I considering this? Why was I reaching for the cap of the gloss with one hand instead of using that hand to shove Maddox away from me? Why wasn’t I laying into him about manipulating me by messing with my car? Why was I even still here? I should be back at the sanctuary ripping Dallas and Nolan a new one and demanding Dallas fix my car while I got Newt bundled in the back of it.
I knew the answer to all those questions. I was just too afraid to admit it.
It should have been the easiest, fastest thing to do. Slap some of the gloss on and go.
But something about having this moment, about having Maddox watching me like he was, even though I didn’t really understand why he was doing it, all of it had me taking my time as I lifted the wand to my lips. The little cotton tip was so light and soft that I almost wished it was Maddox’s finger spreading the gloss around my lower lip. His fingers had retreated to my chin and his eyes were fastened on my mouth.
I took my time working the gloss over my lower lip and through the slight opening of the hoop, something I didn’t need a mirror for. When I slowly pursed my lips together to spread the gloss from the lower lip to the upper one, I swore I heard Maddox suck in a breath. His own lips parted just a little and then his forefinger was coming up to gently touch my lips, like he was fascinated with the gloss… or them.
“How old are you, Isaac?” he whispered.
The way he asked it, it was like he was holding his breath while waiting for the answer.
Why?
Would the answer give him the permission he seemed to want? Was my age really the only thing he was worried about? Surely the fact that I had a dick between my legs should have been more of a problem for him.
Unless I was wrong.
God, did I want to be wrong?
I pulled in a breath and caught a scent of his aftershave. It was cool with a hint of spice and something uniquely… him.
Fuck, yeah, I wanted to be wrong about him. Hell, even if I was right and he was straight as an arrow, I was totally fine if he wanted to pretend I was someone other than who I was. Normally I’d charge a guy a pretty penny to pretend I was a woman and act all contrite when I was “caught.” But this wasn’t some twisted fantasy. And that alone should have had me pulling away from him.
Instead, I leaned forward just a little, more so that I could get another whiff of him, because I wasn’t quite tall enough to subtly put my lips closer to his. If I wanted to do that, I’d have to actually get up on my tiptoes and that kind of movement might break the spell.
“Twenty-one,” I said, just as I brought up my left hand to rest on his side. God, even that part of him felt rock-hard. This man could crush me so easily.
But God, what would it feel like to have his weight pressing me into a mattress, or holding me up against a wall? Like the wall right at my back.
I was so lost in the idea of Maddox’s big hands holding my ass open as he fucked into me while he pressed me up against a wall as my legs wrapped around his waist, that it took me a moment to realize he’d stepped back a little and dropped his hand from my lips.