Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Amazing enough to get your number?” I joke, making her laugh.
“Not that amazing.” She stands and bends over to clean up, but before she can, I reach out and turn her around, pulling her into my lap.
She comes willingly, her thighs resting on either side of me.
“What will it take?” I ask, gripping the curves of her hips and scooting her toward me. “What will it take for you to give me your number?”
“I don’t know,” she breathes. “A number just feels so personal.”
“I got you off in the office of the health club. You can’t get more personal than that.”
“Giving you my number will lead to texting and phone calls, which will lead to talking and making plans and getting to know each other, which will lead to getting serious, and that will end in heartbreak.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise, curling my fingers around her nape.
“I know you won’t,” she says softly. “I’m more afraid of hurting you.”
“Don’t be. I’m a big boy, and I can handle whatever you throw at me. I want this, Kins. I want you. I want us.”
I know I agreed to taking it one day at a time with no strings, but I need her to know where I stand.
“I do too,” she admits, shocking the hell out of me.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I know we said no promises or labels, but I want them. I’m just scared. I’m damaged, only a shell of myself, and you deserve to be with someone whole.”
“Let me decide what I deserve. I want you, Sour Patch, however I can have you.”
Kinsley looks at me for several seconds and then nods. “Okay, you can have me.”
Before I can ask what she means, her delicate hands cup my jaw, and her lips gently press against mine. The kiss starts off slow but quickly deepens when she exhales a soft moan and I slide my tongue into her mouth.
And suddenly, we’re ravenous.
Our tongues unite.
Our mouths fuse.
“Tell me I can have you,” I murmur against her lips.
She said the words earlier, but I need to hear them again to make sure she’s completely on board with taking this next step.
“I want you,” she says, sliding her hands around to my nape until her fingers are entangled in my hair. “Please, Shane. Tell me that I can have you.”
I lift her into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist, and I walk her over to the pool table, setting her on the edge with her thighs spread so I can stand between them.
“Do you know how many times I imagined fucking you on this table?” I tell her as I lift her shirt over her head, exposing her simple black bra.
I plant an open-mouthed kiss on the swell of her breast while I reach around and flick the clasp open. The material falls down her arms, and I’m left with the gorgeous view of her perky tits.
Her nipples are pebbled and begging for attention, so I take one breast into my palm and lean in, wrapping my lips around the hardened tip, sucking and licking it.
“Oh shit,” Kinsley moans, thrusting her chest toward me.
Unless I’m completely off base, it’s been three years since she’s been with a man, so she’s got to be overstimulated and desperate to be taken care of properly. She might’ve gotten herself off over the years, but I know firsthand that using my fist isn’t the same as sinking into a warm, wet pussy.
After giving her other nipple some attention, I gently push her down so she’s lying on the table, looking like a meal that’s only meant for me to enjoy.
I trail kisses down her flat torso until I get to the top of her jeans. I unbutton and unzip them, and then after pulling her Chucks and socks off her feet, I pull her jeans down her legs, leaving her in only a tiny black thong. Then, I take a step back so I can take in the woman in front of me.
“Shane,” she groans. “What are you doing?”
“Admiring you,” I admit. “I’ve been fantasizing about this since the moment I met you, and here you are, giving yourself over to me.”
I take a step closer so I’m between her legs once again, and then I lean down, fisting the back of her head gently and bringing her face up to mine so I can kiss her, taste her. There’s so much I want to do to this woman that I have no idea where to start. What if this is my only time with her? She said she wants promises and labels, but she could change her mind.
“Shane,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Please.”
The desperation in her voice shakes me from my thoughts. If this is the only time I get to be with Kinsley, I’m going to make damn sure it’s a night she never forgets.