Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Before I lost my nerve, I confessed, “I want it to be you. I’ve always wanted it to be you.”
Our eyes locked.
He opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. I could physically feel his conflicting emotions burning off him in traitorous waves as the silence once again took over.
Nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
Not me rehearing it repeatedly in my head.
Not me dreaming about it.
Not me remembering our past or looking forward to our future.
Absolutely nothing.
Finding my courage, I professed, “I can’t move away without knowing what it feels like to finally be with you, Ledger.”
Slowly, I provocatively slid off his bed and walked toward him. Each step more precise and calculated than the last as I swayed my hips for him. I didn’t stop until I was a few inches from his mouth.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I boldly leaned in as my hands found his solid chest. In a slow, agonizing motion, I touched him through his signature flannel shirt, causing my breath to hitch.
All the years of pent-up frustration.
Of endless thoughts of us in this way.
Of all the times I wanted to tell him how I felt.
It was finally here.
The moment I’d been waiting for.
Three
Hazel
I knew countless women had touched and been with him, but in that second, it felt like I was the first woman to actually feel him. My heart beat out of my chest, pounding against my rib cage. I swear he could hear it. The thrashing echoed off the walls and into the pores of our heated skin.
My fingers pressed against his pecs, and he still didn’t utter one word.
“I want...” I hesitated, knowing as soon as the words left my mouth there was no going back. “You… to take my virginity, cowboy.”
His lips parted, and I resisted the urge to lay mine against his.
“Hazel—”
I snapped, kissing him. Just waiting for him to stop me.
He didn’t.
Even with all the confidence in the world, there was no taking away how much this meant to me.
How much he meant to me.
My lips immediately betrayed me, and I kissed him as if I had a right to, as if he was mine, as if I was his—as if this kiss would change the course of our lives.
It was consuming.
My emotions.
My longing.
My love for him.
The desire to claim not only his lips but also his heart and soul. All of these feelings drove me to the brink of insanity. I loved and hated it. The emotions he stirred were ones I’d never experienced before.
It was overwhelming.
The thrill of him.
The thought of him.
The need for him.
My tongue slid into his mouth, and he tasted like everything I ever wanted and didn’t think I could have. I kissed him like I was trying to prove he was indeed all the things that wreaked havoc in my head.
I glided my tongue into his mouth.
Moaning.
Panting.
Clawing at my senses.
My core throbbed, aching to feel him inside me. The mere thought of knowing he’d be the only man to touch me was fucking agonizing to every part of my body. I needed to stop, but I couldn’t help myself. The truth was, I wanted him more than I ever wanted anything.
It felt like he belonged to me, but it was wrong.
We were all wrong for each other.
We were complete opposites and had very little in common.
However, none of it mattered at that moment, especially the number of women he’d been with. No one could come close to what was happening between us, and I knew that like I knew my name. The emotions he incited in me were sentiments I never expected.
Never thought possible.
And I knew the feeling was very much mutual.
Ledger and I shared a relationship built on a deep friendship. I wouldn’t be just a meaningless fuck to him, and he wouldn’t be one to me either. It’d be more.
It’d be everything.
The longer he didn’t stop me and let me kiss him, the more determined I became to get what I wanted from him.
His cock.
But when my hands reached for his belt, he stopped me.
“Sugar…” he rasped against my swollen lips. “What are you doing to me?”
I didn’t waver, speaking with conviction. “I’m in love with you, Ledger. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”
Again, he didn’t say one word. Instead, he stepped back, breaking our connection.
“Your brother—”
“He never has to know.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he exclaimed, shaking his head with a torn expression.
I played into his uncertainty, coaxing, “Just be with me.”
Not allowing another second to pass us by, in one swift movement, I removed my bra and was about to slide down my panties, but he stopped me again. Grabbing my fingers that were on the elastic of my panties, he held them in his tight grasp.
There I stood, topless in front of him.