Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Nolan pivoted to the enormous family-style kitchen and ran his finger along the butcher-block island, taking in the state-of-the-art appliances and trendy open shelving.
“I knew they’d done a remodel, but I had no idea it was so grand. I’m seriously jealous of this kitchen,” he remarked. “I heard this place had a pink marble bidet. Is it still here?”
“No. Too bad, huh? But I’m all about this deck. Come outside.” I unlocked the sliding glass door and gestured at the pond. “Supposedly, the bacteria level is safe for swimming, but I’m not going in until I personally have it checked. It’s pretty with that forest of trees behind it, isn’t it?”
He walked to the banister. “Beautiful.”
We stared out at the water, the incessant hum of awareness buzzing between us louder than ever. He had to hear it too. The anticipation of words or action or something happening was slowly killing me.
“Nolan…”
He licked his lips, breaking the wall of sound as he stepped away from the railing. “I shouldn’t have come.”
“I’m glad you did.”
We stared at each for a heated moment. Uncertainty slipped away, replaced by something a million times scarier—desire unlike anything I’d ever felt for anyone. I swallowed hard, a mini battle raging inside me.
Do it. Kiss him before he reminds you that this isn’t smart.
That might have been true, but I’d never been good at walking away from trouble. So I pulled him to me and slanted my mouth over his.
Nolan opened immediately, wrapping his hand around my nape, and driving his tongue inside.
And holy fuck, it was…everything.
I sucked and nipped at his lips, backing him against the railing and caging him in as I feasted like a hungry wolf. I know, I know. That was dramatic, but every nerve in my body tingled with a primal urge to take whatever he’d give me. This was good, though. Very good.
Nolan tilted his head and raked his fingers along my spine. God, I wanted to crawl inside him. I wanted to touch him…any part of him. I unbuttoned his shirt and yanked it from his khakis and snaked my hands underneath, flattening my palms on his chest. I groaned into his mouth, blissed out by the feel of his skin.
Fucking embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it. He was warm and smooth. I had to have more. I ran my fingers along his sides as we kissed in a growing frenzy, hooking my thumbs inside his khakis.
Was it okay to unbuckle his belt, or should he do that? I didn’t know the rules and though I was doing my best to keep my dick out of the equation, it wasn’t easy. My cock had a heartbeat of its own at the moment. I wondered if it was the same for him.
I sucked Nolan’s tongue and oh-so tentatively rested my hands on his ass, squeezing as I pressed him close, grinding our hard-ons. Holy fuck. I blinked at the flood of sensation, frozen with need. His moan of approval gave me courage. So I did it again, sliding my erection alongside his, pumping my hips as we made out like a couple of horny teenagers.
I nearly blew my load right then and there.
No kidding.
Nolan pushed my chest, licking his swollen lips as he studied me. This was where we’d parted last week in his childhood bedroom. But we’d done a hell of a lot more when we were younger. I’d held his cock in my hand, fondled his balls, and scraped my teeth over his nipples. I wanted to do that and so much more. I didn’t know how to say that in actual words, though.
“God, what are we doing?” he finally rasped.
“We’re making out.” I brushed my thumb along his jaw. “Don’t ask me what it means. I don’t know, but I don’t want to stop.”
He craned his neck as if making sure the coast was clear. “Me either, but…should we go inside?”
“No, I don’t want you to go anywhere,” I hummed, shifting to lean against the railing and pull him between my thighs before shoving my tongue in his mouth.
I bent my knees to accommodate our height difference. Our breaths hitched in unison at the first brush of friction below. He was as hard as I was and just as horny. Thank God we were on the same page there.
His kisses were manic and his hands were everywhere—in my hair one second, sliding along my chest, tweaking my nipples, and grabbing my ass the next. I kept up as best as I could, chasing his mouth or licking his neck while we wantonly humped like animals in heat.
Fact: I was a big fan of sex. Anytime, all the time, but I hadn’t been intimate with a guy since…this guy. I was freaked out by how not freaked out I was. I couldn’t get enough of him. I licked his neck, nibbled his ear, and devoured him as I rutted and pawed him with all the finesse of my younger self.