Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
I drew in a sharp breath and moaned again. His knee would be between my legs—near the spot where his hand strayed on movie night. Except he wouldn’t stop there. He’d press it against my slit and the delicious pressure would make me squirm and moan.
Both of which I was doing now.
My breathing grew more ragged, the sound of it filling the car. It was like a circle… I was getting turned on, so my breathing got louder—but my breathing getting louder was turning me on.
“Moan for me, baby.” His voice was low and rumbly.
Kyle’s voice should have made me jump, but it didn’t. It floated in my ears and shot past my hardened nipples. Straight to where the blood was pounding between my legs.
A whimper escaped my lips, and even though I had my eyes closed, I knew this was turning me on. It sure as hell was turning me on.
I sucked in a sharp breath of air and moaned again, my voice low and throaty, and I felt Kyle shift in the seat next to me.
This was getting to me. The moans. The whimpers. The breathing. I didn’t know why, but it was getting me so damn aroused.
Except I did know why. Because he was listening.
He was so over-the-top sexy… the way he teased me. His smirk. The confidence he had on the baseball field.
My breath came out in little whimpers. Faster and faster.
He was arrogant, and sometimes I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, but he was also hot as hell. I’d never known a sexier man.
“Let me hear you, baby.”
I bit my lip as chills filled my body. My muscles grew rigid, but it felt so good. Almost like the real thing.
“Louder,” he growled, and I obeyed. My gasps filled the cab of the truck, my breaths shallow and rapid. I moaned again, my blood thundering through my body, almost as if he was really touching me.
Then my mind jumped back to the image of him hovering over me on the bed. I pictured him lining his huge cock up at my entrance, and I wanted him so badly. He gave me a wicked grin, and he pinched my nipples and—wait. He was still above me, keeping his weight off me with his hands. That was someone else pinching my nipples. It was Jayden. And then Lucas sank his hand in my hair and pulled me toward him for a kiss. Then Kyle drove into me all the way and in the fantasy, I screamed. My back arched as they all touched me everywhere. Kissing me everywhere.
I cried out, so caught up in the fantasy that it almost felt like a real climax. My skin heated, my limbs seizing up as I cried out again.
And I could barely catch my breath
Shit. What was that? What had happened? My body felt shaky and loose as my ragged breathing filled the cab. What was that? Why were all three of them in my fantasy?
I knew I should examine that more, but I couldn’t. Not now. Right now was the time to just enjoy how good that had felt. Not quite real, but god, really damn good. I slumped back against the seat, my eyes still closed, my breathing heavy as I tried to calm down. Small whimpers came on every third breath or so, and I no longer knew what was real and what was pretend.
My eyes fluttered open at long last, only to meet Kyle’s gaze. His eyes were dark—and hungry. I met his gaze until he had turn his head back to the road. “Shit, Tori, that was hot.”
His words thrilled me, and that feeling mixed with all the sensations rolling in waves across my body.
“So fucking hot,” he repeated.
“W-why?” My throat was so dry from the moaning that the words wouldn’t come. I tried again. “Why did that feel so good? Why did it turn me on so much?”
“It turned me on, too.”
“Really?” I slanted a glance at him.
“Hell yes.” He looked over again, a gleam in his eye. “Want me to prove it to you?”
What? He reached for my hand and then tugged on it, pulling it closer to his leg.
No. Not his leg. His erection.
I only got a quick glance before I looked away, but he was really turned on. And, from what I could tell, as huge as I’d imagined in my fantasy.
Kyle set my hand on his thigh, just inches away from that massive bulge. I could practically feel the heat from it.
Did I want to touch it? To feel for myself how hard he was? How hard I made him?
I almost wanted to. I nearly stretched my hand out those last few inches—
But it was too much. A bridge too far. “Thesaurus,” I gasped.
Kyle froze and set my hand back on the bench seat, squeezing my fingers before releasing them.