Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“More,” he demands as his mouth moves down my neck and he kisses me there. “I’m dying for you.”
He yanks down the front of my tank top and I feel his lips on the swell of my breasts above my bra. I want him to pull the cups down and suck on my nipples, but I’ve lost the ability to speak.
He’s everywhere all at once and I’m surrounded in his scent. He’s so big and strong and I feel dainty and delicate in his arms. I don’t know if I’m breathing on my own or if he’s taken over completely.
“Tell me to stop.” He looks at me with those dark gray eyes and I can tell he’s on the edge, too. “You have to stop me.”
I run my hands through his hair and close my eyes. “I don’t want you to,” I whisper before I open them again.
“I should,” he says, squeezing my ass and rubbing me against him again. “Please.”
He’s pleading with me now and for some reason I love that he’s giving me all the power. He’s in control, but with one word I can stop this. I was honest when I said I don’t want him to stop, but I can see that he needs me to tell him to, for whatever reason. I don’t want to do something he’ll regret or go too far too fast. I know in my heart that he would do the same for me, so even though I don’t understand, I know we need to cool down.
“Give me one more kiss, and then go get ready for dinner,” I say.
His lips are on mine before I barely get the words out and it’s more passionate than before. Maybe because he’s taking his time and savoring me instead of being rushed and desperate. His lips are full and soft against mine and he tastes like chocolate. I could kiss him for hours just like this, but after a few moments he parts our lips and presses his forehead to mine.
“Thank you,” he says, and I let out a small laugh.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, and then he leans back smiling at me.
When he releases me my legs wobble a little and he helps steady me before he takes a step back.
“Okay. I’ll see you in an hour,” he says as he walks backwards away from me like he’s forcing himself to let me go.
“One hour,” I confirm, touching my lips. They’re probably red and swollen from his kisses, but I don’t care. I love the feel of him against me and I’m already needy for more.
“Forty-five minutes,” he says as he grabs the doorknob. I laugh and then he sighs and shakes his head. “Half an hour. Be quick,” he says, then bolts out the door.
I laugh again and then I’m in motion because it doesn't give me much time. I might be running around like crazy, but the whole time I’m smiling like a lunatic.
6
Caroline
“Where’s Marco?” I ask Gia as I walk into the living room to see what she thinks of what I’ve got on.
It’s a little black dress that hugs tight at the top and tucks in at the waist. It’s knee length and simple, so I decided to wear it with my favorite blue shoes. There are sparkles on the short chunky heels and I love how comfortable they are.
This is the third outfit I’ve changed into and I think I’m sticking with this one. Maybe. It’s hard to choose the perfect thing to wear when I have no idea where we’re going to eat. It doesn't help that I can't concentrate on anything but that make out session. My lips still tingle and my heart flutters. If he hadn't asked me to tell him to stop I wouldn't have. I think I know how far things would have gone and I would have ended up in bed with him.
Gia is all dressed up and is sitting on the sofa next to Elvis. She’s wearing slippers and she’s pulled her hair up. She pauses when she sees me and you’d think I caught her with her hand in the cookie jar by her reaction.
“Gia?”
I thought she was going out tonight and that this might be the night for her and Marco to seal the deal. What if it’s the night for me to do the same?
“I told him we had plans,” she rushes to say, and now I understand her guilty look.
“You lied to him?” I’m shocked because that’s not like her.
“It’s not a lie. I plan to hang out with you before you leave.” I raise my eyebrow at her.
“I’m in love with him.” She falls back on the couch and lets out a sigh.
“I know you love him,” I laugh, walking over and sitting down next to her. I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. “Why is this so scary for you?”