Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Whether I’m lying is a moot point.” He chuckles, leaning closer until his warm breath can drift over my lips. “You had to think about it which tells me you are, indeed, pure as the driven snow.” He tilts his head as his eyes dance with humor. “See how easy it was to get the truth out of you?”
Grrrrr.
“You are such an asshole!” Even though I press my palms against his chest and push with every ounce of my strength, Beck doesn’t budge an inch. “Get. Off. Me!”
“Being a virgin isn’t something you should be embarrassed about.”
Oh my God! Stop talking about it before I self-combust!
“I’m not embarrassed,” I grit out.
“Then why is your face turning bright red?”
“Because I’m embarrassed, all right? There! I said it!” I snap. “Are you happy now?”
“Kind of.”
“You’re impossible!”
He shrugs. “Not really.”
“It’s like your mission in life is to make me feel stupid.” I knew he would use this information against me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Thank God we’re no longer in high school. He would probably shout it from the rooftops, and I would be the butt of everyone’s jokes.
His playful manner falls away as seriousness fills his eyes. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”
Ha! Liar.
In one swift motion, he wraps his arms around me and rolls me over until I’m stretched out on top of him. My breath catches at the feel of his hard body beneath mine.
Holy moly.
We’re so close that I’m able to see the golden flecks that dance in his irises. “I know better than anyone what it’s like when people make you feel stupid,” he whispers, “and I would never do that to you.”
The sincere expression on his face makes this feel like the first honest moment we’ve ever shared. As if all the bullshit has fallen away and I’m catching a rare glimpse of the real Beckett Hollingsworth. The notion is as disconcerting as it is dizzying.
His hands cradle my cheeks tenderly. “You’re one of the most intelligent people I know, Mia. If I made you feel like you weren’t for even a second, I’m sorry. That was never my intention.”
A strange intimacy grows between us.
“Your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of.” His voice drops lower, becoming deeper. “I like that you’re still a virgin.”
His words create a warmth that slowly spreads throughout my body.
Even though I’m afraid to voice the question, I’m more afraid of never discovering the answer.
“Why?”
His focus drops to my mouth. In response, my tongue darts out to smudge my lips. A groan rumbles up from deep in his chest.
I gasp when his cock twitches against me. Beck remains perfectly still, his hands cupping my face. His eyes darken to a deeper shade.
“I don’t know,” he admits. “Maybe I want to be the first one to touch you.”
My brain explodes, and the world around me ceases to exist.
“Do you want that, Mia?” He rolls his hips and his thick erection slides against me. Sensation explodes in my core before reverberating throughout my body in the most delicious way.
A moan slips free from my lips, filling the silent room.
“Fuck,” he whispers before repeating the movement.
I bite down on my lip to keep the sound trapped inside.
“Don’t do that,” he mutters thickly, “I want to hear you.”
He thrusts against me again, stroking my heat with his length. Only this time, the head of his cock butts up against my entrance. It’s gently that he prods the opening. The combined material of his boxers and my thong keep him from sliding in deeper.
So much delicious sensation ricochets through my body. My eyes roll back inside my head as waves of pleasure wash over me. He’s only stroked me a few times, but already my lower lips are slick with arousal. I’m so greedy for more.
“Does that feel good?” He continues caressing me with his length.
I whimper in response, unable to form coherent words, as he moves rhythmically against me. The friction we’re creating is the most amazing sensation I’ve ever felt. My thong is soaked. It doesn’t escape me that all Beck has to do is stretch the material to the side and he could slide inside me.
What would it feel like to have Beck buried deep in my body? I’ve fantasized about it too many times to count. I’ve touched myself to thoughts of him, but it never felt like this.
My core tightens as he picks up his pace. I arch, needing more contact as another whimper slides from my lips.
“I want you so much,” he murmurs, his eyes as dazed as mine must be.
I gasp as Beck rolls us over, his body stretched out on mine. His gaze burns as he yanks his boxers down so his cock can spring free before pulling my thong to the side. My eyes roll up inside my head when his thick erection comes in contact with my slick flesh.