Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“This is enough,” she finally says before her eyes meet mine. “You holding me is enough.”
“And what if I want to do more than hold you?”
Her lips are full and soft and slick with some kind of gloss. How many times have I thought about sinking my teeth into them?
“What else do you have in mind?” Her voice has changed, and it’s like she’s out of breath.
There’s not a part of me that doesn’t want Rosie even though I might be rushing her into something more. But I can’t be only her friend, not after what we’ve shared and all that I’m feeling.
“Everything,” I answer, and I hope she’s ready for it.
Chapter Nine
ROSEMARY
Tate leans down and brushes his mouth against my mouth, and I close my eyes to savor the moment. His lips linger on mine before he presses a few more light kisses against them. He’s not pushing for more, but instead he’s showing me where he stands with me.
“You’re always so soft,” he says, and I smile up at him.
It isn’t a kiss that’s intense and overwhelming. It’s tender and perfect for what I need right now. He’s letting me know he wants more but he’s going to let me set the pace of whatever this is going to be. It’s nice but a bit sad that the only person I have to lean on is Tate, and I’ve only known him for a week.
“You’re always so hard,” I tease him back.
“Sorry,” he grunts, pulling back from me, and heat blooms through my whole face.
I’m not sure how I missed his erection pressing into my stomach, but I can’t help blushing now that I’ve clearly pointed it out. Damn does it feel good. Only a few seconds with Tate and my whole mood has changed.
“That wasn’t what I meant but…ah…” I lick my lips and laugh a little. “That doesn’t bother me.” My eyes glance down to see the outline in his jeans, and his hard cock is really big. I guess he’s large everywhere.
“All I care about is that you're happy.” He gives me a warm smile. “I also love seeing my number on you.”
“I can’t wait to see you actually play. I studied.”
“For economics?” he asks, and I laugh again.
“I probably should have done that but no. Football. I know all the rules, but it is annoying how the rules change for each division. High school, college, and the NFL all have different rules, but I guess a lot are the same.”
“All that matters is we score the most points.” He drops a kiss on the tip of my nose, and my heart flutters at the small act. It’s sweet and affectionate and makes me realize how much I’ve longed for this in my life.
Tate takes my hand, his fingers linking through mine to head toward the school. Even with the kiss, Tate doesn’t push me to tell him about why I was so upset this morning and instead gives me room to breathe. It’s what I need, and clearly he can sense that.
Maybe he can also sense this inner need for him to consume me. He’s gentle when he’s with me, but I feel like deep down, he could easily take over every available space in my heart. It’s a little like the way I feel when I play the piano. It’s a part of me and then simmers inside until I get to release it all. The rest of the world melts away, and I get to live in that moment.
In the past, an escape is what I’ve needed more than anything.
I’m not sure what came over my mother this morning. She accused me of trying to seduce her boyfriend. Does a mistress get to call the man they are banging their boyfriend? Not to mention that all I’ve ever done is try to stay away from any man she’s brought home. She has no idea I shove a chair under the handle of my door while keeping it locked too. That’s how much I don’t want them.
What scared me most was the outburst she had and how quickly it came. She actually shoved my keyboard, making it fall to the floor. I’m not sure how badly she damaged it, but I pray she’s not in the midst of a manic episode.
I have a small nest egg from an account my grandma opened for me when I was born. She would put money in it every year, and my mother has no idea it exists. At the time I didn't understand it, but now I’m sure she knew if she sent me a card with cash, my mom would take it.
Thankfully, the rest of the school day goes off without a hitch. Unless you count the awkwardness I always have when I’m in my nutrition class and having to face Mrs. Porter.