Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Wait!” she yells, bolting upright.
“What is it?”
“I don’t have my nice underwear on.”
“What?”
“I can’t do this.” She scrambles to the end of the sofa, tucking her knees against her chest. “I didn’t know you were going to see my underwear. It doesn’t match.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I reach for her again but this time she hops to her feet.
“No. If we’re going to do this, I should shower, put perfume on—everywhere—and make sure I have the best underwear on.” She scurries into a room and slams the door.
I get to my feet and start to walk but my heavy, throbbing cock gets in my way. Cursing, I re-adjust myself and then hobble to the door. “Darling, I promise you that I don’t care what you’re wearing. I only care what’s underneath and I can assure you that it’s all beautiful.”
“Oh shit. My sister’s stuff is all the wrong size,” she wails.
I slump against the door. My erection is so large and so painful that I’m worried it might fall off if I don’t get some release and it can’t be by my hand—not with Luna so close at hand.
“Darling. Darling,” I repeat when my first request is ignored. My lust flares. “Goddammit, Luna. I don’t give a fuck what you’re wearing. All I want is you!”
The door opens seconds later. Luna stands there with her mouth open. “Did you just curse?”
I drag an unsteady hand through my hair. “I have been known, from time to time, to lose my temper and a profanity might escape.”
She claps her hands and hops up and down like an adorable bunny rabbit. “I’m so happy. You just seemed so perfect and smooth and cool all the time so when you were taking my sweatpants off, I panicked.”
“I noticed.” I wipe a hand across my brow.
“You’re not perfect.”
“Not even a little. Cullen, my older brother, says I’ve got the biggest stick up my ass. My sister thinks I’m unbearable. I think only my mother tolerates me. Grant fantasizes about disemboweling me about every half hour.”
Luna launches herself into my arms. “You will not believe how happy this makes me. I’m a mess and I was worried that it would eventually be too much, but now that I know that this cool thing you have going on is just an act, I feel sooo much more comfortable.”
“How about turned on? Do you feel turned on?” I ask hopefully, pulling her legs around me so that they straddle my waist.
“Very turned on. Extremely turned on.”
“Can I take off your pants and devour your little pussy then?”
She buries her red face in the crook of my neck and nods. I hear a faint “yes.”
15
Luna
I relax my body into his. I am turned on. More than turned on. That second of panic I had moments ago slips away. I don’t know how but he always makes me feel more at ease. Neither of us are perfect but I do think we are perfect for each other. We both have our own little quirks. One of mine being that I’m a hot mess in general and his I’m still figuring out but the possessive thing he has going on is working for me. If crazy in love is a quirk, we are both suffering from that one. I’m learning that a man like Maddox is one that goes for what he wants. He made that clear when he decided to stalk me back.
I kiss his neck, breathing him in. “Darling girl, tell me which room is yours.” His body has gone completely hard. The hold he has on my ass tightens.
“The pink door,” I tell him before I take another kiss.
“I don’t know why I even asked.” You can’t miss the door to my room. When we moved in, MJ and I painted the whole house together. I told her I wanted a pink door. She told me to have at it.
“You can paint every door pink when we get a place together.”
I smile against his neck. This man really must love me. “I don’t care what color the doors are,” I tell him. My back presses against my bed. The pile of pillows I keep on it go flying every which way. “As long as I’m with you.” I stare up at him. This is happening. I am finally going to get to do more than kiss Maddox Castile. The man I’ve been crushing on from the moment I saw him walk out of his office building. No wonder June was so mad. Not having Maddox would be devastating. I could definitely sympathize with her on that level. Maddox Castile is enough to drive any woman mad. Luckily for me it is in a good way.
It’s crazy to think that I went from not knowing this feeling existed to thinking that I now can’t live without Maddox. It happened in a blink of an eye but the reality of it is life-changing. My spontaneity has finally worked in my favor. He leans down, kissing me again. This time it’s a little more slow. I moan into his mouth. He moves to my neck, placing open-mouth kisses.