Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I tugged at the wavy hair at the back of his neck. “I’d kind of like to see that,” I whispered. Both my straightforward words and the fact that it was true surprised me.
“Shit,” he moaned. “If you want to stop at any time, all you have to do is—”
“I know that,” I interrupted. “That’s why I want this.” I wasn’t entirely sure what I meant by that, but I trusted Drew, and that was a very rare thing. What’s more, I liked him. Having both those things be true gave me confidence. “Need help?”
He nodded and I turned the rest of the way toward him, folding my knee under myself. I slid my hand across the waist of his jeans until I felt that hard bulge again. It was different, touching him purposefully rather than by accident. With my fingertip, I traced the outline of his hard cock.
Drew groaned from deep in his throat and put his arm around me. I froze in place, waiting for him to pull me on top of him or to push my head down toward his cock, but he did neither. Instead, he rubbed my back through the thick material of the hoodie.
Gradually, I moved my finger again, and excitement filled me. Touching a man’s body while he wasn’t groping or pawing at me was a new experience. I flattened my hand, rubbing my whole palm against his hard length. God, it felt big. And if it felt that hot through the denim, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like without it.
Drew’s hips pushed up against my hand. I froze, waiting for him to go too far, but that’s all he did. I slid my fingers up to his waistband and found the button to his fly, seemingly pushed to its limits. “May I?”
“God, yes.”
His voice was thick and guttural, stirring something inside me. I worked the button open, but then I hesitated. He was so damn hard—would it hurt him if I undid the zipper?
“Go ahead,” he whispered, seeming to sense the reason for my hesitation.
With the utmost care, I eased the zipper over his bulk. He let out a deep, shuddery breath when it was all the way open. Now I felt hard steel under the soft fabric. He was wearing boxer briefs similar to the ones I’d spied on him last night.
His cock twitched when I stroked it. It expanded now that his jeans were open. I cupped my palm over it, and my hand didn’t cover all of it.
Drew’s hips shifted upward, and he dug his thumbs in the waistline of his jeans. “Is it okay if I—?”
“Sure,” I breathed. Then a wry thought occurred. “Just don’t throw them into the fireplace.”
He chuckled, and I cherished the sound. When the cameras were rolling, like for the sex scene I’d shot with Aiden last year, it was all about intensity, passion, and build up. It was all fake, but there was no casual exploring. No mutual play. And definitely not shared laughter.
But with Drew, I wanted all those things.
His skin was warm against mine once his jeans were off. With gentle movements, he grasped my leg, hooking it over his thigh. “God, you feel good.” He stroked his hand up and down my heated skin. “So smooth. Do most women shave their legs during the winter? Not that I’m complaining.”
His touch felt amazing. “I don’t know, but I’ve shaved daily for the last fifteen years. Comes with the territory.”
Strong fingers raked across my skin. “I like your territory.”
I smiled, more than certain about what I wanted to say to him. “I want to play,” I said softly.
“Me, too,” he said. “But… play how?”
“I—I don’t know.” I watched his face, wondering if my admission would bring things to a halt, but he nodded.
“How about we figure it out together?”
“I’d like that.” It was such a relief to be with someone who understood. Of course, he wasn’t a mind reader. I knew that I needed to be brave about communicating, but trust was what had made this possible. And he hadn’t broken my trust yet.
He slid his hand behind me, circling my waist. “Do you want to sit on my lap again?”
It was tempting, since it had felt so good before. But with me in flimsy little panties and his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs, it felt like too much too soon.
“Maybe later,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he said instantly. “It’s not a very flat surface for you to sit on anyway.” He rubbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the rough way he treated it. Unlike me, there was nothing tentative in the way he touched himself.
“Do that again,” I breathed.
He didn’t hesitate. He fisted his cock through the soft material and groaned. “Do you mind if I take it out?”