Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Nope. I need help, and where did you get dirt? The windowsill from the pristinely clean meeting room?”
“They had plants—“
She reached around my waist and her hands grazed my erection. “What was that?”
I shuddered and cursed about thirty times in my head. “I just need a minute or maybe ninety, we know my math is completely horrible without a calculator, long division, multiplication, take geometry for example—“
“—Are you just rambling off math terms to get yourself to calm down right now and not poke a hole through the ceiling?”
“Algebra.” He continued. “Useful if you’re an architect, or wait, was that geometry?”
“It’s a kiss.” She interrupted, letting me go, and then slowly moving around my body and ducking under my hand until her back was against the wall. “I didn’t hold you long, so technically, it’s a kiss, wasn’t that your rule?”
I gaped. “I should stop talking around you.”
She gripped me again and let go. “So then, that would be twenty-five now, right?”
“Did we not just have a conversation about the usages, is that even the right word? Of math? For math, shit Bri, I don’t even remember what college I went to right now.”
She nodded. “I mean, does it really matter?”
She was so close to me, her arms snaked around my waist.
I let out a groan and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Twenty-four.”
She kissed my cheek. “Twenty-Three.”
I brought my mouth to her neck. “Twenty-Two.”
“A promise is a promise.” She breathed, sucking on my chin and kissing up to my mouth. “Twenty.”
“Nineteen.” She grabbed my hand and popped my fingers into her mouth. “Eighteen. seventeen. sixteen…” Death, actual death by sucking.
I jerked her hand away and grabbed her nipple between my teeth and went for the other. “Fifteen, fourteen.”
She let out a gasp. “That should count as double.”
“No cheating.” I tugged her bottom lip with my teeth. “Thirteen.”
She gripped my hair with her hands and kissed one eye, then the other. “Twelve, eleven.”
“Ten.” Our mouths met and broke apart.
“Nine,” we said in unison.
“Eight.” I kissed the corner of her mouth on the right.
She kissed the corner of mine. “Seven.”
“Six.” I kissed her on each temple. “Five.”
“Four. Three.” She mimicked my movements.
“Two.” I kissed her briefly on the mouth and pulled away.
Her eyes didn’t close. She stared at me as water poured over our bodies. “One.”
Our mouths fused. It was right. The way we moved against each other, the way our lips were both slippery while our hands were firmly holding onto one another.
Her fingers held onto my hair, her nails digging into my scalp, while I gripped her ass with my hands.
Her tongue flicked mine, her mouth was warm, it tasted like wine and memories I used to want to forget, but that’s the thing about memories, they have no choice but to take up space in your brain and no matter how many times you try to lock them away—they’re always fighting to break free because memories make you who you are, they’re the cuts, scabs, wins, losses, they’re the journey so to punish them for making you who you are, was one of the cruelest things you could possibly do.
So I set them free in that moment.
Every laugh.
Every tear.
Every fight.
Every make up.
I lifted her into my arms, shut off the shower, and walked us out of the bathroom, still kissing her, still feeling every inch of her body move, every inhale as she tilted her head at a different angle, every sloppy sound of water, of our mouths colliding like they couldn’t believe it had been so long.
I grabbed a towel and broke away from her just long enough to dry her off, and quickly dry myself off before I picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
She looked sated, happy.
Maybe sex was a bad idea.
We had no clue where we were at, I could break at any moment if she left, I would be at square one, back at the starting line when all I ever wanted was to walk across the finish holding her hand.
I was scared.
I hated being scared.
She leaned up on her elbows, eyes sad. “We should probably eat.”
Taken aback, feeling a bit dejected. I nodded. “Yeah, because of the steak and potatoes, right, yeah.” I pulled away.
Bri burst out laughing. “Get back here, Ace, or you really will have more scratches on your back.”
Never has a man moved so fast, trust me, I looked it up in the Guinness Book of World Records. “How fast has the fastest man ran to a woman he still loves before having sex with her? One point one seconds—Ace Harvey.”
I flipped her onto her back so fast my own head spun as I pinned her arms to the mattress and kissed her again.
“I’m on the pill,” she said between kisses.
“Good, because I have no condoms.” I peeled my mouth away. “Though I wouldn’t put it past Max to put them in the nightstand.”