Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
My hands shifted down to frame his face.
His arm slid around my lower back, pinning my soft curves to his hard lines.
Then I went up on my tiptoes and found his lips in the dark—soft and slow at first.
His arm tightened around me as mine went around the back of his neck.
I moaned against his lips, and his other hand went up behind my head, slipping into my hair, giving it a little tug until I angled back.
He took charge then, angling just right to drag a moan from the back of my throat.
At the sound, Coach stepped forward, pressing me back against the wall as the kiss tipped—harder, deeper, rougher, lips dragging, tongues tangling.
“Coach,” I whimpered, fingers digging into his arms.
“Saul,” he murmured, his lips finding the shell of my ear. “Call me Saul when you’re moaning for me.”
Another shiver coursed through me as his hand glided down my side and his teeth nipped my earlobe.
“Saul,” I whimpered.
It was pure need that had me reaching down, had me grabbing his wrist, then slipping his hand from my hip downward, inward.
“Please,” I added, breath a soft sigh.
That deep rumble moved through him again as his hand slipped up under my skirt. His fingers teased up my inner thigh, and my legs parted shamelessly for him.
Each touch had fires igniting across the surface of my skin, then burning deeper.
My breath was caught, my chest tight.
His hand pressed between my thighs, and my moan mingled with his groan at finding me already needy for him.
His fingers rocked across the material of my panties, lightly teasing my clit as his lips claimed mine again.
Harder.
Hungrier.
“Please,” I begged, rocking my hips restlessly, needing more. “Saul, please.”
His teeth nipped my lower lip, pulled, and then his hand was under the material.
My cry was swallowed by his lips again as his thumb slid to my clit, tracing lazy circles as my thighs started to shake with the need for release.
It had been so long.
Years.
Some things were too dangerous.
But just this once, in the dark, where no one could see, no one could know, I was going to let it happen.
Saul’s fingers slipped downward, pressing, then gently slipping inside.
Not even his lips were enough to muffle my cries at the sensation.
My walls tightened, my hips circled.
Then Saul’s fingers started to thrust, and all I could do was cling to him, get lost in the feelings.
Saul’s lips ripped from mine.
“I want to hear,” he murmured as his fingers started to thrust faster, harder.
Pleasure started to pool in my core, a sensation that tightened, grew almost sharp.
“There you go,” he murmured as my walls clenched, as my breath caught.
A low groan escaped him as the orgasm slammed through me.
My forehead pressed into his shoulder, my cries muffled by his shirt, as the waves crashed through me over and over.
I was still gasping for air, still overwhelmed with the rush of pleasure when voices started to draw closer.
I jerked back.
Saul stiffened.
We stayed frozen for just a second more. But the voices got louder. And with them, a light flashed.
Saul slipped his hand out of my panties and took a step toward the wooden gate, partially blocking anyone from seeing me.
“Hey, someone stuck in there?” a voice called. I was reasonably sure that was the other guy from the pool hall—Raff.
“Yeah. Me and Este are trapped.”
“No shit,” Raff said. “Huh,” he went on as light flashed into the elevator car. “You know, there might be enough room here to slip you guys out if you pull up the gate.”
“You want to try?” Saul asked, glancing over at me.
My legs were still shaky as I took a step forward, inspecting the space being discussed.
Saul reached out, pulling open the wooden gate so I could see better.
“It’s definitely enough room for you,” Saul said with certainty. “Might be a tight squeeze for me.”
As if sensing the dirty direction my mind went in, Saul shot me a sexy little smirk.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to try,” he added.
“Power company is estimating six in the morning for restoration,” someone else down on the lower floor explained.
That was way too long to leave Trix alone.
And probably too long to be trapped in a box with Saul. Where I had no doubt things would progress between us. I wasn’t sure that was the best decision I could make. Especially if I really wanted to stay in this town.
“I’ll try it,” I said, lowering down to my knees, then shifting onto my butt.
“She’s in a dress,” Saul reminded the other men.
“Perfect gentlemen down here,” Raff assured him.
Still, I carefully tucked my skirt between my thighs before I slipped my legs into the gap.
“I’m just gonna grab you so you don’t fall,” Raff explained as his arms went around my legs while I kept scooting into the hole.
I noticed that as I slipped lower down and his arms moved up, Raff was careful to make sure my skirt slipped down to protect my modesty.