Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“And you certainly aim to please,” she says in a sultry, gently mocking way.
I glance her way. “I do. Is that wrong?”
“No, it’s one of the things I like best about you.” She unbuckles her seatbelt.
Before I can ask what she’s doing, she leans across the cab, bracing a hand on my thigh as she drags her teeth across my bicep. Then, she bites down. Not hard. Just enough to make my breath catch and my cock jerk in my pants.
As she settles back into her seat, refastening her belt, I ask, “What was that for?”
“Because I wanted to,” she says. “I’ve been wanting to bite you since you bit my neck in the supply room, and I think it’s time I started paying more attention to what I want. What I really want, not what people have told me to want. Not what I’ve told myself to want, even. What I really want.”
“And what do you really want?” I ask, my voice rough. “Other than to bite me? Which I’m totally on board with, by the way. Bite me as much, as often as you want, and I’ll happily return the favor.”
“I want you to spend the night,” she says. “Even though I’m still a little drunk. Probably too drunk for a serious talk and definitely too drunk for your new ‘sober’ rule.”
“It wasn’t a rule, it was—”
“Doesn’t really seem fair to make a rule like that without asking me first anyway,” she cuts in. “Especially when you’d just made me so wet and desperate for you to fuck me.”
My hands tighten on the steering wheel.
I want to pull over right now. Want to drag her into my lap and finish what we started in that storage room. Want to make her come again, on my cock this time, and even harder, until she’s shaking and breathless and all her walls fall away.
“I’m still wet,” she adds as we round the corner into her neighborhood. “You should feel my panties. It’s embarrassing.”
“Charlotte,” I beg, a prayer for mercy.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she says as I pull into her driveway and cut the engine, the sudden silence making me very aware of the blood rushing in my ears.
Between my legs…
“It does matter,” I say, fighting for the strength to hold the line. “I meant it. Before we’re together again, I need to know it’s because you want to be with me. Not because you need to take the edge off or to fuck me out of your system or—”
“No,” she cuts in, “I didn’t mean that. I meant…” She trails off, chewing on her bottom lip in a way that makes me ache to kiss her. “I meant that it doesn’t matter if I’m sober or not. I want you.”
I pull in a breath, bracing for the “but.”
“I always want you,” she adds, the vulnerability in her green eyes sending hope whispering through my chest. “Every time I see you. Every time you text. Every time I think about you, which is way more often than I’d like to admit…” She glances down at her hands, continuing in a softer voice as she slowly laces them together. “Even before we made this deal. After that night in the garden, when I’d refused to give you my number and was fairly certain I’d never see you again…I still thought about you.” She looks up, pinning me with a look that echoes in my bones. “Still wanted you.”
“I want you, too,” I say. “For way more than a night. I know it might not seem like we have a lot in common from the—”
“I want to talk,” she cuts in, her gaze still locked on mine. “I really do. And I promise we will. But first I need you to come upstairs and fuck me like you mean it.”
What blood remains in my extremities rushes south, determined to give her everything she needs.
Everything I’ve got.
“Then we’ll talk, and I’ll be brave and honest, I promise. But first…” Her lips quirk into a smile that’s a little shy, a little wicked, and instantly makes me fall a little deeper in love. “First, I really need your dick, because it’s my favorite dick ever.”
“Ever?”
“Ever,” she confirms.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Strawberry.”
She exhales a shaky laugh. “Does it matter that I haven’t known many dicks? I mean, considering I’m forty, it’s actually kind of a pathetic number.”
“There’s nothing pathetic about it. Or you.” I swing out of the SUV and jog around the front, pulling her door open a beat later. “It’s still the best compliment ever.”
She takes my hand, grinning as she threads her fingers through mine. “I mean, I did go through a little ho phase in college.”
“Does this mean you saved your big ho phase for me?” I ask, kissing her up the walk to the porch.