Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Why?” he asked. “Why does my opinion matter to you?”
“You know why,” I said, my words almost a whisper.
“And Brad,” he said, throwing my mind for a loop. “Why was he there?”
“My father invited him, I assume. He’s been trying to set us up.”
A muscle in his jaw flexed.
“But we’re just friends. We decided that the moment we first met.”
“You have no interest in him?”
“No,” I said. “My father wants that life for me—”
“High school all over again—”
“And he’s a great guy,” I forged on. “But he’s not who I want. He’s not you,” I admitted on a breath.
Jim’s eyes snapped to mine, a charged sense of urgency lashing between us. He took one step toward me, then another, like he simply couldn’t stand the distance between us. Slowly, he slid his hand over my neck, gliding his fingers through my hair.
“This can never work,” he said, gently tugging my hair to tip my head back.
I was practically trembling in his embrace. “You’re too good for me,” I whispered back.
“Never,” he said, his mouth inching down toward mine. “You’re the one who I can’t touch, who I shouldn’t touch.”
His lips grazed over mine in a featherlight caress, sending warm shivers all over my body.
“What if I want you to touch me?” I asked, my skin flushing hot.
“You know all you have to do is ask.”
Something warm and tight settled in me, my desire a pulsing beacon as he held me suspended there in anticipation.
“Please,” I said, begged. “Touch me.”
His lips were on mine in an instant, claiming and so damn sweet as he licked into my mouth. I opened for him, my hands flying around his neck to draw him closer. He hooked a strong arm around my waist, hauling me off my feet and backward until I was pressed against the trunk of a tree. He settled me there, never breaking our kiss as he shifted my legs apart with his thigh.
I gasped as he kissed his way to the corner of my mouth, then to the spot just beneath my jaw. Electric tingles soared down my spine, my heart racing as my body lit up every single place he touched.
“Remind me,” he said, his voice ragged as his hand traveled down my ribs. “Did I ever make you come?”
Fire licked up my insides at his question, and I met his eyes. We’d only ever done over-the-clothes stuff, and yes, our make-out sessions were hot, especially in the back of his car with him on top of me, but we’d never crossed that line. We didn’t have time to.
I shook my head, suddenly feeling nervous and shy in a way I’d never felt before.
He smirked like he knew the answer to the question, but wanted to watch me squirm under it. “Would you like me to?”
My breath stuttered out of my lungs as he dragged his hand lower, teasing it beneath the skirts of my dress.
“Yes,” I sighed the answer. “God, yes.”
He captured my mouth again, his hand teasing me over the lace I wore. He pulled back again, his green eyes flaring. “You’re already so wet,” he said. “Fuck, baby, let me take care of you.”
My entire body surrendered at his words, at his touch, my mind letting go of every reason we shouldn’t be doing this—least of all that we were completely out in the open. I didn’t care, not as long as he kept touching me—
“James!” I gasped as he slipped his fingers beneath the lace, stroking through my heat with just the right amount of pressure. He slanted his mouth over mine, curling those fingers against me until I whimpered between his lips.
He swirled my wetness around my aching clit, teasing me to the point of desperation. I rocked against his hand, chasing my pleasure with an abandon I hadn’t felt safe enough to do in so damn long. But this was Jim, and there wasn’t a man I trusted more than him.
“This what you want?” he said against my lips, pulling back enough to catch my gaze as he slid in one finger, then two. “Like this?” he asked, curling those fingers inside me, stroking me while keeping the pressure just light enough to keep me riding that sweet edge of release.
“Yes,” I moaned, throwing my head back as he continued to pump those fingers inside me. “God, yes.”
He grinned, kissing down my neck as he worked me up and up, winding me up so tight I knew I would snap at any moment. “You might want to keep it down, baby,” he said, his lips against my neck before returning to my mouth. “Someone could hear.”
“I don’t care,” I said, breathless as I gripped his shoulders, holding on to him like a lifeline. “I don’t care who hears us.”
And I really didn’t. Jim’s hands were on me, his mouth, his body flush with mine. The whole world could know and it wouldn’t stop me from wanting more, needing more.