Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
But Ricky is right. I’ve been chasing Daniel and definitely made some brazen moves. This time, with the way he approached me, it feels like it’s his turn to make some moves.
I’m willing to meet him halfway.
Let’s be honest, I’m still willing to go all the way and make all the moves. He could lie there with his hands behind his head, and I’d happily bounce on his disco stick with my absolute best attempt at twerking.
But I want him to want me too. Maybe not ‘ladies first, second, and third’, but I’ll happily meet him one for one.
And not just for sex, although yeah, I could definitely enjoy that. But ideally, for way more.
I deserve that.
Daniel comes back into the living room with water droplets clinging to his hair, which is slicked over to the side. He’s changed into jeans that look a little worn and soft and a gray T-shirt. His feet are bare, which somehow makes the whole scene in front of me more intimate.
I pinch my thigh hard, and his eyes zero in on the movement.
“What are you doing?”
“Checking to see if I’m dreaming,” I say as if that should be completely obvious. “But I didn’t wake up, you’re still here, and I didn’t break in like a psycho.”
“Is this what you dream about?” He points from me to his own chest.
I snort ungracefully but smile. “You would likely be horrified at what pops into my mind at night.”
His voice turns to gravel, his eyes slowly licking down my body inch by inch. “I think I would be rather intrigued about what you think about when the lights are out and you let your guard down.”
My jaw drops, my nipples tighten from the electricity in his words, and heat pools low in my belly. “Holy shit,” I whisper. “Well, if you’re so curious, that just jumped to the number-one place tonight.”
The cocky smirk that lifts his lips should piss me off, but he has every reason to preen and he damn well knows it. He comes closer, sitting down next to me on the couch.
Is this it?
The moment where he pushes me back and climbs over me?
Maybe sprawling out on the couch wasn’t such a bad idea after all, I think darkly. A hot start, and then more . . . in his shower, in his bedroom . . . the kitchen works too.
“We need to talk,” he repeats, and I’ll admit that I’m slightly disappointed at the level of control and restraint he wields. I want him out of his mind with desire, attacking me ravenously, and drunkenly falling into me, physically and emotionally.
But that’s a dream.
Or more likely, a fantasy.
“About what?” I ask, playing coy. I’ve been bold in action. But real talk? That’s not always my strong suit. Mouthy, snappy comebacks . . . I’m your girl. Over the top, exaggerated stories . . . sure thing, coming right up. But exposing my innards for someone I’m unsure of is a hard hell no for me.
Daniel shifts, giving me an even look. “Tiffany, you kissed me. What were you thinking when you did that? What did it mean to you?”
Despite his demand for an answer, it’s on the tip of my tongue to brush it off with a joke, but with him looking at me so seriously, it feels wrong to dodge that way.
I swallow and shift to face him more directly. “The truth?”
He takes my hand, his thumb dancing over my skin to leave trails of heat, and somewhat embarrassingly, I melt beneath the barest touch from him. In my defense, it’s the first time he’s intentionally touched me, and I savor it like the treat that it is.
“I’d prefer it,” he says softly, sounding awed. Can he feel the sparks flying from his fingers to me? Is touching me doing something to him? The idea is intoxicating.
“The truth is . . .” I lick my lips, focusing on the tan of his fingers against the paler skin of my own. “I want more from you . . . with you, and I really hope you’re not fucking with me right now.” I exhale heavily because that was really scary to say aloud to him, and before I can stop them, the words keep coming, though I’m not sure if I’m making things better or worse with the addition. “Or if you want to just fuck me, that’s fine too. But I need to know that up front because right now, the protection I’ve got for my heart is paper thin, and even a little breeze could tear it apart.”
How’s that for brutal honesty?
Hey, wanna be my boyfriend? No?
Okay, wanna rail me all night and then pretend it never happened? I’m down for that too.
Just make sure you tell me which way you wanna go, because I’m ninety percent of the way to falling in love with you already.