Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Good God, woman, play it fucking cool, can you?
He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. He sits me up on the counter, then he turns and pours our drinks and passes one to me as he stands between my parted legs.
This is nothing new. We always stand like this. But tonight it seems so sexual.
Maybe I’ve been missing cues all along? Or maybe his kiss just has me feeling drunk already?
He clinks his glass with mine and takes a sip. His hand slides up my thigh as his dark eyes hold mine. “What do you want to do tonight?”
The air leaves my lungs at the feel of his big hand seductively on my thigh.
What’s the correct protocol in this situation? If we have sex on the first date, does that make me easy? Or does ten years together count as a million dates? Oh, I don’t know, this whole situation is fucked up. I tip my head back, drain my glass, and I hold it out for a top off.
He smiles softly as he watches me. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yes. Probably a bit nervous.” I admit with a shrug.
“Eliza, it’s me,” he whispers. His lips drop to my neck, and he kisses me with an open mouth. Goosebumps scatter across my arms. His mouth hovers over my ear. “You know I’ll look after you, baby,” he whispers. His hand trails up underneath my shirt and cups my breast. His thumb dusts back and forth over my erect nipple as he softly kisses up and down my neck.
Jesus… let’s get straight to it then. I want to snatch the wine from the counter and start drinking from the bottle.
His hands explore my breasts, his lips dust up and down my neck, and his thick thighs are cradled between my legs. It’s sensory overload, and my eyes close from the pleasure.
“I have a problem,” he whispers, despite his obvious arousal.
“What’s that?” I breathe.
“All the way over here in the car, I told myself not to rush you.” His lips take mine aggressively, losing control, and he sucks on my mouth with just the right amount of pressure. “That I should take it slow, not push for anything.” His tongue curls around mine with the perfect come-out-and-play dance.
Our breathing becomes laboured, and my sex clenches in appreciation as my hands move to the back of his head.
“But it’s really hard not to rush when I have no control over myself.” He pants. “I’ve been waiting so long to touch you.” He grabs my face and kisses me hard.
Good fucking God.
The way he kisses…
He pulls out of our kiss and steps back from me as he realises in two minutes he has his hand up my shirt and his hard dick in my crotch. “I’m sorry.” He pants, his chest rising and falling as he fights for control.
We stare at each other, and he picks up my glass and passes it back to me. His brow furrows as if searching for the right thing to say.
He’s nervous.
This is his first time, and he needs to get it over with so he can relax.
The pressure he must feel would be enormous.
“Nathe,” I whisper as I put my glass down and reach up to push my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, baby.”
“I don’t want to…” I cut myself off. I don’t even know what I want to say.
His eyes hold mine. “Okay.”
“But… maybe we could just…”
Fuck. Because, I really want to fuck.…. No, behave….no fucking, you sex maniac.
He leans down and kisses me. His lips curl with a smile as his hands jerk my body toward his hips. “Play it by ear?”
“Yes,” I whisper, overwhelmed with desire.
His teeth take my bottom lip and stretch it out, as if his sanity just broke. He bites my neck again, and I begin to see stars. Okay, one thing is very clear: he knows how to turn me on. Goosebumps, tingles, butterflies. Check, check, double check.
I’m about two minutes away from coming from his lips alone.
“I… I need to finish packing,” I pant. I need ten minutes to pull myself together and stop acting like a horny schoolgirl.
Nathan gives me a slow, sexy smile as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Okay, you finish packing, and I’ll take a shower.”
Nathan… naked in the shower. “Okay, sounds good,” I squeak, my voice is high and sounds like a mouse. Oh hell…. shut up, now. I jump down from the counter, and with one more kiss, I make my way into the bedroom and stare at my open suitcase.
My lips are tingling from his touch, and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations that are running though my body. It’s been a long time—two years—and now it’s going to happen with my best friend? No wonder I’m in a fluster. This is a lot to digest.