Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Maybe you should make a move on him.
“Jenner,” she whispered, sliding onto his lap and facing him.
“Yeah?” He stared up at her with half-lidded eyes.
Was she really going to do this? She cupped the side of his face and then leaned in. She heard his breath hitch and she pressed her lips to his.
Oh. God.
It was everything she’d ever imagined. And so much more. She ran her tongue along his lips. Immy didn’t have a lot of experience with kissing. Bob had tried. That’s when she’d realized he wanted more than friendship and she’d run out on him.
But she’d read about kissing. And this had sounded hot. She’d always wanted to try it. She moved up onto her knees so she was looming over Jenner. He smelled so good and his lips were soft and warm and everything she’d ever wanted.
Then he drew her back and she let out a groan of disappointment.
No. No. No.
He couldn’t stop. She wasn’t ready for this to be over.
But instead of stopping, he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her back down. His mouth slid over hers and his tongue slipped between her lips.
Immy let out a groan of approval.
That felt so darn good.
“More,” she whispered. “More, please.”
He twisted her hair around his hand and tugged. Hard.
Whoa.
That was unexpected. The pain brought tears to her eyes and she almost asked him to stop. But, weirdly, that pain morphed into a strange sort of pleasure.
“Ooh,” she moaned.
“You like that,” he whispered.
“Yes. Please. More.”
He slid his mouth down her neck, nipping and licking.
Holy. Monkey. Balls.
She had never experienced anything like this before. There was a small voice inside her that said she should tell him to slow things down. That she needed some time to catch her breath.
But if he stopped, then he might not start again.
She didn’t want to risk that.
So she kept her mouth shut as he cupped her breast through the T-shirt.
He slid his hand under her T-shirt without saying anything. Shouldn’t he say something?
Maybe you need to tell him that you’re not exactly experienced at this.
Then he pinched her nipple and cupcakes! She’d never experienced anything like it. The pain was intense, but then he lightly rubbed his thumb over her nipple and it morphed into pleasure.
More. More. More.
Her clit throbbed and her pussy grew so wet. Even wetter than it did when she was reading one of her sexy stories.
“Jenner, it feels so good. Please,” she begged. “I want you. Please, Jenner. Make love to me.”
Then he froze.
And it was like a cold breeze came into the room. He moved her off his lap, staring at her in . . . in horror.
What was wrong? Why was he looking at her like that? This was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to carry her to bed and make love to her. Or was that what was wrong? Had she used the wrong words?
Dumb, Immy.
“Oh my God, Immy, I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?” she whispered as she drew her legs up to her chest, covering her breasts.
What was happening right now?
Why was he apologizing?
This was nothing like what she’d read. And she didn’t like it. In fact, she was starting to feel upset.
“I shouldn’t have . . . I shouldn’t have touched you like that . . . kissed you. That isn’t . . . I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” she whispered. “I started it. I kissed you.”
He shook his head. “Not acceptable. You . . . I shouldn’t do that to you.”
Why not? What was wrong with her?
Did he not want her? But it had seemed like he had.
Then what was the problem?
Immy’s temper started to stir, but before she could snap at him, he stood and started to pace. And there was something in his slumped shoulders that made her hesitate.
“I’m so sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair and there was almost a . . . a haunted look on his face.
Suddenly, her anger was gone and concern replaced it.
“Jenner, what’s wrong?”
“I am. I’m fucking wrong. I was wrong to do this.”
Yeah. Something was definitely wrong and she stood, stepping closer to him, reaching out for his hand. “Jenner.”
“No!” He flinched back.
Immy’s breath caught in her lungs. Oh no. Had she done this to him? Was he scared of her?
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Immy. I just . . . are you all right? Please tell me you’re all right.”
He sounded so close to the edge that it scared her.
“Jenner, I’m fine.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she said in confusion. “How would you have hurt me?”
“I don’t know. It was wrong. Shouldn’t touch you. Not Immy.”
“Jenner. You’re scaring me.”
Somehow, thankfully, those words seemed to get through to him and he looked straight to her. "Shit. I'm sorry, Twinkles.”
“I’m fine. Better than fine. I actually liked what we did.”
“It can’t happen again. It won’t. I’m sorry, Immy.”