Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Sitting on top of my trellis, he looks like the Spanish version of Romeo, his hair mussed and wet. The look on his face is predatory. Hungry. It reminds me of the videos we watched in Science class from animal planet. You know, the ones when the lion is stalking the deer? “I can’t let you in here, Alex.” I say through the glass trying to keep my voice down.
“Pequeña, are you trying to tell me you don’t want my goodnight kiss?” He licks his lips and his eyes drag down my body and though there is glass between us, his gaze touches me like it is his fingers. My stomach sucks in as the quivering gets stronger and I know I have lost the battle. “Are you going to open the window baby?” I am shaking my head no even though I am unlocking it as I protest.
“Oh God give me strength.” I turn the last lock and move back. He opens the window and I am immediately hit with the smell of leather and mint. My lady bits throb. His smell gives me goosebumps.
“Christ, I can see your little raspberries.” He growls, wiping his hands down his face. I know I should be listening to him, but I can't hear anything except my heartbeat and Jezebel in my ear. Let him in girl and not just the room. See. She is no help.
“What? Raspberries?” I ask him, trying to tap into what he is saying.
“These.” He pinches one nipple and the moan I let out is louder than I intend to but I can’t stop it. Before it gets louder even though he hasn’t stopped touching me, his lips cover mine and he moves me backwards. I am a novice at kissing, but he makes it easy. “God I swear I didn’t come here for this but fuck, you tempt me beyond anything a man could walk away from.”
“Oh god.” I am Eve. I am the one making him bad. Girl please. Bad? You are so innocent bunnies roll their eyes at you. Now she talking mess.
His mouth leaves mine, but his kisses continue down my neck. Moaning, my body is lax against the strength of his grip on my waist. His hands trail further down my legs until he is touching my legs and my knees threaten to give out.
“Stay with me baby.” No warning is given before his mouth covers my nipples through my gown. My body lights up like gasoline on an open fire. I cry out and thank God when his hand covers my mouth. I don’t know when he lays me down, but he hasn’t stopped sucking and biting my nipples, bathing them in his saliva, leaving evidence of our exploits on my white gown.
“Alex.” I say against his hand. I am dying under his mouth laying on my back. Dying. My soul is in conflict with what I have known my entire life and with this feeling. So good. So right. My father said it was a sin. He said it would feel awful, but nothing about this feels awful.
I want to beg him to touch me more, move my nightgown aside and touch my skin, but I don't. I simply make noises I didn’t know I could make, close my eyes and pray for forgiveness when this is over. Abruptly, he stops after kissing both nipples once more.
“Christ, I came here to explain things to you. Jesus.” He kisses me, his tongue invading my senses before he stops and moves across the room. He leans against the wall, his breathing labored and erratic.
He is conflicted and I feel it in my chest. I recognize it because I am too. “I am sorry baby.” I hear the words, but my focus is on the bulge in the front of his pants. Covered up it looks formidable. “Eyes up, Pequeña.” I look up at him and immediately my gaze drops. Oh my gosh I am mortified. You should be mortified. You didn’t even get to taste it. There she goes again. “I know you have questions. Hell I do too. But, first things first. You belong to me, now, baby.”
“I don’t know what that means.” Closing the gap between us, he moves my hair from my face and kisses my lips.
“I know my innocent Pequeña. What it means is from now on I am your man. You wait for me every day. But most importantly, no one touches you but me. If you haven’t figured it out, it makes me insane when other guys touch you, baby. I can’t stand the thought of someone else’s hands on my nipples.” He pinches mine and I whimper. Light flashes behind my eyelids. “Hands on my pussy.” He pushes my gown up and slides toward my center.