Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I do a quick scan of the apartment. Salty’s toy basket is a post-apocalyptic wasteland of half-chewed pigs and dismembered squirrels, so I scoop the whole thing into the closet. Then I set about straightening up my apartment to kill some time. It doesn’t take me too long. I glance down at my watch and see I still have a few hours before my girl arrives. Fuck. I have to do something before I lose my goddamn mind.
I hit the shower, turning up the water so hot it nearly scalds. I brace my hands on the tile, head bowed, just breathing her name like a prayer. I can see her, clear as day, those wild curls falling out of her bun, blue eyes all bright and curious, lips parted on a breath. My cock gets hard instantly, throbbing with need so sharp it almost hurts.
She’s all I think about. I imagine her pressed up against me, soft body yielding, mouth hungry, breathy little moans in my ear. My hand wraps around my cock, and I stroke, slow at first, building the friction, pretending it’s her. Fuck. I wanna feel her underneath me, taste her, make her come so hard she screams.
My hand tightens, and I jerk hard, once, twice, chasing the image of Nadia sprawled on my bed, wild hair tangled, eyes glazed and begging. I want to see her come for me, want to be the reason she loses control. My jaw clenches, and I bite out a curse as I finish, sharp and hot, bracing myself on the slick tile while the water pounds down and steam fills the room. For a second, I just stand there, panting, forehead pressed to the wall, wishing like hell it was her soft hand wrapped around my cock.
I soap myself up and rinse off before getting out. As I towel off, I stare at myself in the mirror, but all I see are her blue eyes, the way her mouth quirked when I made her laugh, the curve of her hips in those black pants, and how my name sounded on her lips. My heart is still racing. I need her. Bad. But first, I have to make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.
After dressing in a white T-shirt and black athletic pants, I pull out my phone and order the pizza.
The pizza arrives right on time, and I tip the delivery guy an extra ten just because I’m in a great mood. I slide the box into the oven to keep it warm. I pick out a bottle of wine that should go well with pizza and set out two glasses. Sweat breaks out on my forehead. I have closed billion-dollar security contracts with less anxiety than I’m feeling right now.
At six o’clock on the dot. There’s a soft knock on the front door. Salty gives his usual greeting of barking and dancing around the front hall. I pull the door open and nearly swallow my goddamn tongue.
She’s standing there in dark skinny jeans and a loose navy sweater with her hair down in a wild mess of ringlets. She looks tired, and there are purple shadows under her eyes, but holy shit, she’s so beautiful it makes my teeth ache. There’s a second where we both just stare at each other.
Then Salty bulldozes past me and jumps at her knees. Nadia laughs, and the sound fills up my entire apartment. She drops to one knee, ruffles Salty’s head, and then looks up at me through her lashes. It’s like someone hit “unmute” on my body; suddenly, I can move again, and my palms are sweating.
“Hi,” she says as a shy grin breaks out across her face.
“Hi, yourself.” I step back for her to follow me into the apartment.
The next few minutes are a blur. I offer her wine, which she accepts as Salty dances around her feet, demanding attention. We laugh about it, but my heart is hammering in my chest like it’s trying to claw its way to freedom. I plate the pizza and try to pretend my hands aren’t shaking. Nadia tucks one leg under herself on the couch, looking perfectly at home, and Salty plops down next to her, already angling to steal a bite for himself.
We sit with the pizza and wine, and it’s not awkward at all. In fact, it’s the best dinner I’ve ever had. I force myself not to stare at her mouth while she takes a bite of pizza, but it’s basically impossible. Every time her lips part, my brain glitches. I want to grab the back of her neck, pull her onto my lap, and shove my tongue so deep she forgets her own name. Instead, I take another bite of pizza, try to play it cool, and ask, “How’d your last day before break go?”