Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
It’s his tenderness that has me rearing back again. I glare at him. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he asks, his eyes roaming over my face.
“Don’t be nice. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. Don’t touch me in a way that says you care.”
“But I do,” he says.
“Then get your fucking hands off me. I can’t get involved with you again,” I say, chest heaving.
“But you still want me,” he points out, brushing his mouth against mine.
“And I hate myself for it.”
“Hate me if you want. But let me kiss you again.”
Trey doesn’t wait for permission, and he doesn’t treat me gently either. He sears a brutal kiss onto my mouth with a fervor that rips the air from my body. It’s a desperate kiss, filled with longing and regret, which I ignore, instead focusing on the lust and desire welling inside me.
I can hate him and still let him kiss me. In fact, it would be the best kind of revenge to give him the taste he wants and walk away.
Yes. This time I’ll walk away.
My arms go around his neck and I give him the connection he wants, but I reserve the knowledge that this is just physical. I press my hips into his, feel the hard ridge of his erection and grind against it.
Trey groans, twists his face away from mine. “Holland,” he whispers, his voice raw with need. “This is getting ready to cross a line.”
I’m emboldened by his weakness and I palm his cock through his jeans. It’s hard and throbbing. I think for once, I can forget about all the hurt and insecurity, and just have this with him. Then I’ll walk away and he’ll see how it feels.
I squeeze and Trey groans, but that’s all the encouragement he needs. His hands are all over me, gripping my hair while he kisses me hard and pulls at my clothes. Between gasps and fumbling hands, he has me naked.
Trey puts a hand to my chest, takes a small step back and lets his eyes roam. When his gaze reaches mine, his hand moves to my nape and he pulls me over to my dad’s desk. With a sweep of his hand, he sends all the folders and the keyboard flying and I can’t find it in myself to care.
I’m pushed down onto the desk, the Formica cold against my naked back. Trey leans over me, layering kisses down my stomach, his hands exploring my body, caressing every curve with an intensity that strips me bare.
His fingers trace the curve of my hip, grazing the patch of soft skin between my hip bone and the beginning of my thigh, causing goose bumps to break out. His touch is featherlight, teasing. Desire coils tight in my belly, a fierce energy that makes me feel alive, wild, no matter how wrong I know this is.
I could push him off, get dressed and walk away, but when his fingers dip lower, tracing the damp folds of my sex, I know I’m a goner. I moan lightly, my head thrown back as his fingers glide up and down, teasing the entrance to my core, spreading the slickness of my arousal.
“You know I still dream about this,” he murmurs. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and oh so confident. This man knows every part of me, every nerve, every muscle, every secret I’ve kept hidden away in my body. He knows how to draw them all out and make me a slave to the passion.
I remind myself that I’m only letting this happen so I can walk away from him, but as his fingers continue to dance over my most sensitive spots, I’m thinking I might get trapped in my own web.
Trey’s lips leave a trail of fire down my body, from my stomach to my inner thighs. I can feel his breath against my skin, each puff a whisper of promise of what is yet to come. He kisses the curve of my hip, the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, and then slowly, agonizingly slowly, in between my legs. His lips touch the swollen flesh, teasing, drawing out every sensation, and I sob in greedy pleasure. My hands go to his head, holding him in place for fear he’ll leave and I’ll end up begging.
His mouth is warm and wet, his tongue probing gently, tasting me as if I’m his last meal. The intensity of the pleasure builds with lightning speed and when he pushes a thick finger inside me, I gasp at the welcomed invasion.
With each thrust of his finger, each sweep of his tongue, the pleasure becomes more intense, more overwhelming. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle strung tight. Without warning, Trey’s thumb brushes against my clit and sends me over the edge. A tsunami of pleasure engulfs me in waves that crash and crest without end. My body convulses and I pant through the strongest orgasm I think I’ve ever had. Trey’s finger continues to thrust inside me, but he lifts his head to watch me fall apart… to witness the demise of my nefarious plan because he’s the one in control and I never had a chance. In fact, I want him so badly right now, I might beg.