Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I reached his side. I liked how his body language seemed to change the moment I was near him, like some part of him relaxed when I was finally nearby. I had an effect on him, and I savored it like it was a fine wine.
He let out a breath, letting his gaze linger on me.
“Only reason I came to the brewery tonight is because I hoped I might see you,” I told him, lowering my voice a little, offering him the truth.
First he gave me a look of disbelief, but I held fast. Because I fucking meant it. Over the past week, it was as if my dick could only get hard if I was thinking of Nathan. And once his look of disbelief had passed, I could tell just how satisfied he’d been to hear me say it.
He liked hearing me tell him I wanted him.
He liked that I wasn’t afraid to say it.
“Liar,” he said softly, even though he knew I wasn’t lying.
“Call me a liar again,” I said, cocking my head to one side and keeping my voice low as I looked him right in the eyes. “See what happens.”
I could see the fire behind his gaze. He swallowed and I watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Liar,” he said, raising his eyebrow in a challenge.
I closed the distance between us fast, using the bulk of my body to push Nathan back against the side of his car. I leaned in, letting my face get close to his, keeping just the slightest bit of distance. I let my breath mingle with his.
My heart had started slamming in my chest. I knew he’d never kissed another man before, but right now I wanted my mouth on his. I wanted to claim him. To prove just how desperate he’d been making me all week. I hung there in silence for a beat, and I kept waiting for him to back away, to push me off and say that this was one step too far.
“Well, you’re pretty bad at knowing what I want, Nathan,” I murmured, my lips so close to his.
“You’re way too fucking good at knowing what I want,” he told me, his voice rough and impossibly hot.
A moment later, his lips were on mine. He kissed me hard, taking me by surprise as I gripped the sides of his flannel, balling my hands into fistfuls of the soft fabric.
Good fucking God, yes.
He gave me everything I’d assumed he was afraid of, assumed he wouldn’t be ready for, moaning against me the moment his lips were on mine. Feeling how hungry he was to have his lips on mine was somehow even better than the first time he’d seen my cock. He crushed his lips against mine like he was the one who wanted to claim me, not the other way around.
There was no trace of the bashful, confused straight guy here. His lips were possessive, and I was more than ready for it.
If I’d thought his body language had changed when I walked over to him, it was a billion times better now. He practically melted into me, each inch of him pressing against the front of my body, giving in fully to desire.
His lips parted and I let my tongue slide against the wet heat of his. My cock responded and I made no effort to hide it, grinding up against his upper thigh.
“Kace,” he said as he broke off, hovering just an inch from my lips. I teased at more touch, brushing my lips against his.
“Kiss me again,” I commanded, my breath mingling with his. “You taste good.”
He groaned, resisting. “Your whole TV crew just came out the front doors of the brewery.”
I leaned forward, catching Nathan in another quick, greedy kiss before I spoke. “I told them we’re done for the night before I left,” I said. “They won’t film us.”
I could see him glancing over toward the front of the brewery, nervousness finally showing up in his expression. “Okay,” he said, sounding unconvinced.
Fuck.
“Right. Okay. Sure,” I said, realizing he was uncomfortable. “Get in my car.”
I broke off from him before he could question my idea, walking over toward my Porsche and getting in. The smell of the leather was still so fresh and new in this car, and every time I got in, I appreciated it.
But right now, I only craved one thing. And the moment Nathan sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door, I leaned over him, burying my nose in his hair. “I’ve been wanting to touch you all fucking week,” I said. “Those pictures you sent me were ten out of ten hot.”
“I thought the quality was shit,” he said.
I hummed, letting my lips slide down the side of his neck. “I mean, some of them were trash quality, for sure. Dark as hell, blurry. But that kind of added to it for me. Let my imagination run wild.”