Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“You’re sure about this?” he asks.
I nod. “I’m sure about you.”
His smile is soft. “Good.” He kisses me. “I feel the same.”
And then he pushes in, filling me an inch at a time. His eyes stay on mine until he rests in the cradle of my hips, and then they close briefly on a soft exhale. “God, you feel so fucking good. So goddamn good.” His eyes flutter open, and he strokes my cheek. “I knew it. I knew it was going to be like this.”
He starts to move, pulling out, leaving me empty for one painful, suspended moment before he fills me again. Then I feel that insidious little steel ball hitting the spot that makes the ache inside me expand and swell.
This isn’t like any sex I’ve had before. It’s a different kind of connection. I can’t escape his eyes, and I don’t want to. It’s as though I can feel everything he feels with every slow, purposeful stroke, and I absorb it in every caress and whispered word against my lips.
I fall. In lust, in more-than-like, into him.
“Right here, Winter, stay right here with me.” He rolls his hips and hooks his hand under my knee, changing the angle, opening me wider, filling me deeper. And with every stroke, he takes me higher, gets me closer to heaven.
“I got you,” he whispers. “Let go like you want to.”
Fire rushes through my veins, lighting me up from the inside. A wave of pleasure radiates out from the center of my body, a ripple of bliss blanketing me. The world is a wash of black and then a burst of stars. And when my vision clears, I watch BJ come apart.
He doesn’t roll off me or bury his face in my neck. He trails kisses along the edge of my jaw and comes back to my mouth. We kiss for long minutes before he finally pushes up on his arms.
“Give me a sec. I’ll be right back.”
He eases out, and I feel that emptiness echo in my chest. I don’t understand it. He’s just going to the bathroom, not sending me back to my room. But panic is already setting in. I said I was ready, and now I’m terrified this will change everything all over again. I’m halfway in love with him, and I’m moving to Chicago. Going to college. With him.
He pauses, searching my face. “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” My voice cracks, and mortification makes me want to hide under a pillow.
He slides the condom off, ties a knot in the end, and tosses it in the garbage by his desk. Then he grabs tissues from the box on his nightstand and wraps them around his softening erection. “Fine is my least-favorite word in the world. Talk to me.” He stretches out beside me.
“You’re just going to leave it like that?” I motion to his tissue-covered cock.
“Yeah. Until we get to the bottom of fine, my cock is going to wear a tissue blanket.” He skims my cheek with his fingertips. “Are you freaking out?”
I stare at the ceiling. “This won’t change anything, right? We’re still gonna be cool?”
“Why would we not be cool?” BJ pulls the sheet over us and taps my temple. “Where are you going up here? Worst-case-scenario-ville?”
“I don’t know. I don’t usually do sex and feelings, and I have feelings. About you.”
“We’re in the same boat then, because I don’t usually do sex and feelings, and I also have them about you.” He kisses the back of my hand. “It’s okay to be afraid of whatever you’re feeling. And it’s okay to tell me that. But fine is not an answer I’ll ever accept. That’s probably going to be annoying, but you’ll get used to it.”
“You’re uncomfortably real,” I tell him.
“I know. It’s part of my charm.” He nuzzles my neck a moment. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I sort of ruined the whole afterglow, didn’t I?”
“You didn’t ruin anything. Now we have a couple of options. We can snuggle and talk, or I can go to the bathroom, wash the tissue off my business, and if you’re interested, we can do this all over again. But I’ll understand if it’s too much for one night.”
“You can go again?” I bite my lip.
“I can go all night. It’s about you and what you want. So if the feelings part is throwing you off, we can just chill out. But if you’re down with all the feelings and more orgasms and more sex, we can take a short break. And if you go for option two, I would love you to be on top.”
“Option two sounds good to me.”
22 OH SHIT
BJ
The pounding of a fist has me shooting up in bed. My door opens so fast the knob hits the wall and dents the drywall.
“Winter isn’t in her room, but her bike is still here, and her phone is on the nightstand. Her bed isn’t made, and that’s not really like her. Do you know if something—” My mom stops short when she realizes I’m not alone. “Oh.”