Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Of course,” I lie, running the back of my scarred knuckles down her soft cheek.
“You don’t seem like it. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since the guys pulled you to the side at prom tonight.”
That’s because they want me to give you up. And although I know they’re right, I’m not sure I can do it. I’m gonna have to force you to leave. And it’s gonna kill me ’cause I’ve fallen in love with you.
That’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to think that, and I hope she’s too drunk to notice the way my knees shake as I finally admit it to myself.
“Was tonight as bad as you thought it was gonna be?” she questions at my silence, and I frown at her words. She giggles, assuring me that she’s so drunk her thoughts are all over the place. “You don’t have to lie. I know you didn’t want to go tonight.” She flattens her hands on my chest and runs them down my tux.
I want her nails digging into my skin. Her breath on my neck. I wanna bury my face between her legs and eat her all fucking night. “That’s not true …”
“And you hated that I wanted to go to the after parties.” She bites her painted red lip, and my cock begins to harden. I’ve been looking forward to this part of the night since this morning.
I straighten my back, pushing my hand into her dark hair. I know she wore it down just for me. I spin us around, pinning her back to the door now. I push my body into hers, caging her in.
Her heavy eyes close, and her lips part. A soft moan escapes them when she leans the back of her head against the door as well, exposing her neck to me. I lower my head and run my lips across her jawline.
She’s right.
I didn’t want to go to those lame ass parties. I wanted her here. Alone. But I’ll never admit that. Never let her know that all she had to do was bat her fucking eyelashes and I’d give her what she wanted. That I’m so weak for her, I’d cave that easily.
I lie. “If I didn’t want to go, then I wouldn’t have gone.” My free hand runs up her rib cage, and I wish I had a knife on me to cut this dress off her. I wanna unwrap her like a fucking present on Christmas morning. Rip it to shreds and discard it to the floor.
She smiles. “You don’t have to lie to me, Cole. You’re getting laid either way.”
I chuckle softly. When I get to her neck, my teeth sink into her delicate flesh. And she cries out, her hands fisting in my jacket. “Ffucckkk …”
I draw her skin into my mouth and taste the perfume. Fuck, I could eat her alive. And at this point, I don’t think she’d stop me. She hasn’t yet. “Yes. We are.”
She shrieks as I slide my hand behind her knees and pick her feet up off the floor. “Pull your dress up,” I order. The length is so long, I’m stepping on it.
She gathers the red material in her hands, and I carry her up the stairs to the loft. Once we reach the landing, I put her down on her feet, and she sways a little bit.
“Lift your arms,” I order, and she obeys.
I reach up and unzip the dress down her side. The zipper comes to a stop at her hip, and in record time, it’s falling to the floor. A pile of red lies at our feet—like a pool of blood. She isn’t wearing a bra, but she has on a black lace thong. I place both of my hands on her hips, sliding my fingers between the fabric and skin. I fall to my knees before her and slowly slide the fabric down her smooth, toned legs, softly kissing the inside of her thighs. They shudder from the contact.
Her flawless skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I smile before I sink my teeth into it.
“Cole.” She gasps as they shake.
“Sweetheart?” I kiss higher. She pants from above me. I can feel the heat from her pussy. She’s so ready for me. But not yet…
My hands glide up to cup her ass—fingers digging into her flesh. I look forward to leaving my handprint on it later. Her hands dig into my hair as my lips trail back over to her thigh. She whimpers in protest. I smile and bite her skin again. Harder this time. She jerks my head back. I look up to see her staring down at me, red lips parted while she breathes heavily. Her nipples hard and ready for my mouth. Standing to my full height, I grip both her thighs, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed.