Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“I can’t even imagine. Truly. But I need you to calm down.” I pull my hand from her back and cup her cheek, guiding her face to look up at me. “You’re going to pass out if you don’t take a full breath.”
But it’s no use. She’s too far gone, and her fear is a living, breathing thing, sucking all of the light from the room as it pulses around us, filling the room.
So, I do the only thing I can think of—I kiss her.
It’s meant to be simple—a quick press of my lips to hers meant to reset her nervous system—except she didn’t get the memo because, before I know it, she’s straddling my lap as she flicks her tongue against my lips in a way that has me threatening to pop a semi.
Not the fucking time, man.
“Hey, whoa, Scar.” I try to pull back but she follows, sucking lightly on my lower lip. “You’ve—we can’t do this.”
“Why?” she asks, and while I can’t see her face, I can hear the pout she’s undoubtedly rocking in her voice.
“First of all, I refuse to take advantage of you.”
She rolls her eyes. “You wouldn’t be, but what’s your second point?”
God her smartass mouth shouldn’t turn me on—especially when less than five minutes ago she was hysterical to the point she couldn’t take a full breath—but here we are.
“Second, I don’t think friends kiss.”
She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Some do.”
“Fucking hell,” I hiss as the heat of her barely covered pussy engulfs my cock. This is the most delicious kind of torment. My want for her is visceral, but the timing is awful. Beyond awful, really. I mean, my god, she still has tears tracks lining her cheeks.
“We’re already friends who cuddle.” She has the audacity to bat her lashes and stick out her lower lip. Her lower lip that I now know the feel of… the taste of. It’s like she was put on this earth to tempt me, which makes me feel like a fucking dog, because who the fuck gets turned on at a time like this?
“We are…” I hedge, already knowing I’m fighting a losing battle.
“So, then… what’s the issue? Do you not… want me?”
“Clearly that’s not the issue, Scar.” I flex my hips ever so slightly, pressing my erection directly into the apex of her thighs. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Ellis.” She braces her hands on my shoulders and grinds down on me. “I’m practically begging you.”
She leans in and peppers kisses up my jawline to my ear, where she whispers, “I need this. You. Please.” She nips at my earlobe. “Take my mind off of him. Make me feel good. Please. It doesn’t have to mean anything…”
That’s just the problem though… a part of me is starting to think it means everything.
“I’ve got you.” I’m only human, and she’s all but begging. “But you’re in control every step of the way.”
That’s all the confirmation she needs. “You’re goddamn right I am.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and brings her mouth back to mine, kissing me softly before flicking her tongue against my lips.
I open for her, and our tongues slide together, messy and desperate and all-consuming.
She tunnels her fingers into my hair, raking her nails over my scalp, before grabbing two thick handfuls and tugging—hard. “Fuck, Scarlet,” I groan, reaching around her to palm her delectable ass.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Touch me. Please, touch me, Ellis.”
“Tell me,” I murmur, kissing my way down her jaw to her neck. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” It shocks me just how much I mean those words.
“I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“It seems like maybe you’re wearing too many clothes.” I glance down at her hands on my bare chest and smirk. “Let’s get you more comfortable.”
I drag my hands up from her ass, sliding my fingers beneath the hem of her tank. She ducks her head, allowing me to simultaneously tug the top off and suck one of her tightly pebbled nipples into my mouth.
“Fuck yes,” she moans, rolling her hips against me as I turn to give her other breast the same treatment. “I want more.”
“Take what you want.” I bring my hands back to her ass and pull her harder against me. “Use me.”
She arches her back as I kiss between her breasts, cupping them with both hands, before working my way up to her neck.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I ask, nipping and sucking at her neck.
“You think so?” I can’t explain it, but her voice is the perfect blend of vulnerability and lust.
“God, yes.” I hover my lips over hers. “I could spend hours worshipping you.”
“Then fucking do it.” She grabs my wrist and tugs, guiding my right hand between her legs. I cup her pussy over the fabric of her sleep shorts. “Slide your fingers inside of me and do it. Show me you mean it.”