Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
If these sessions continued, maybe. If not, totally fine with that. And that was a big if. I didn’t like this guy. Remember?
I paused, pulling my lips away and frowning to myself. Was I trying to remind myself or him?
My head was filled with these dark and swirly feelings. Want. Desire. Lust. I wasn’t going to tell him about that. He’d say it was because of his primal animal sexiness, but I whimpered, his mouth capturing mine again. I had to admit there must’ve been some of that going on. It was infecting me, making me act all wanton, like a girl.
“Stop thinking.” He rose so he could whisper the words to my ear, and I melted again. That was a caress, reminding me of all the other times he’d spoken so only I could hear. Goddamn. That was intimate. Then his hands rested on the snap of my jeans, and I woke up. He was about to go to a whole other level of intimacy.
“No.” I caught his hand. “I’m not ready.”
“Okay.” His hand slid back under my shirt. I thought he was going back to my breast, which was a pleasant thought. She was missing him, but he didn’t. He lifted my shirt up, and I helped him tug it over my head.
I didn’t need that short-sleeved shirt. What a good idea. This was so much better, but no. He had to join me. I raised his shirt, and he lifted, grabbing the fabric and throwing it to the floor. I registered his wicked grin, his heated eyes, and then he was on me once more. Skin to skin. Bare chest to bare chest, except for my bra. He touched the clasp behind me and asked, “Yeah?”
I paused. Should I? Was that too much, too fast?
He waited, and skimmed his thumb over my nipple as he did, and I cursed at him. “That isn’t playing fair.”
His grin widened. His lips met mine, and he whispered against them, “I don’t play fair. Ever. You should know that about me.” His other hand began to undo my clasp, but he was going slowly, waiting for my approval, so I nodded. The bra felt like a restriction. It wasn’t natural. I was all about being natural at that moment, and then it was off, and the straps were slipped from my arms, and I wound them around his neck once again.
It was gone, and we really were bare chest to bare chest, then. We were exactly how we were supposed to be, and like that, with my jeans on, and his bulging, we made out until way past Gladiator was done and the credits had ended.
All the way until the door handle rattled.
“FUCK!”
That was me, but Shay almost levitated off me. He scooted back so he was sitting on the end of the bed.
“Kennedy?” Missy was knocking on the door. “Let me in!”
“Uh—”
My hair was a mess. My boobs felt like they’d been sanded and were incredibly smooth, and I could only gape at Shay. His hair was a mess like mine, but I trickled down his chest. He was so yummy. I bit my lip, and he tipped his head back, a soft groan coming from him. He bent over me, whispering, “That isn’t fair.”
“Yeah,” I whispered back, falling back on the bed. “I don’t play fair, either.”
“Yeah?” He was smiling, still talking quietly.
“Yeah.” I pulled him down. I was losing my mind. We were on a bed, and he didn’t have a shirt on, and I only wanted to feel him against me, but . . . was I going to do something?
“Kennedy!” Missy pounded harder on the door. “Let me in. I need to grab my keys.”
“Why?”
I stretched on my back, and Shay was on top of me. He fit between my legs, and his lips fell to my shoulder. He murmured, “Get rid of her. I’m not hiding in that damned closet again.”
Then his lips began kissing there. He was doing these circle things with his tongue, and I was struggling to remember whose dorm room I was even in.
Missy banged on the door once more. She raised her voice. “Come on. We’re going to a party.”
I frowned. They had party friends?
“I need my keys.” She added, punctuating her impatience with another twist of the doorknob.
I groaned. “Can I just give you your keys? Can you not come in?”
“Why?” Her voice was quieter, as if she took a step backward.
“Because I’m working out, naked.”
Shay started laughing, burying his head into my shoulder and neck.
“Naked?” She sounded disgusted. “Are you masturbating?”
His shoulders started shaking.
I was going to take one for the team.
I raised my voice. “Yes. This is a natural thing to do. I am taking control of my body, and that means masturbation. It’s healthy.”
“That’s disgusting.” She sighed. “Yeah, just give me the keys. I can get a different shirt from Holly and use her makeup. You owe me, Kennedy.”