Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Snagging the remote without moving us—thanks to my long arms—I turn the volume down low, hoping she’ll be able to sleep through it while I watch the rest of the rom-com she chose.
My eyes are growing heavy, and just as I feel sleep closing in, I feel a soft press of her lips against my bare chest. At first, I freeze, but then I decide to show her that I’m awake. She might be asleep. I can’t tell by her breathing. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through her hair. It’s soft like silk.
She kisses me again, and I shift on instinct because my cock is responding to her lips against my skin. I’m a man, and there is a sexy-as-fuck woman lying on my bare chest, kissing me. It’s impossible to hide my reaction to that. I’m hoping I can adjust myself so my hard cock doesn’t wake her up.
However, when I move, she moves. Her legs fall to either side of mine, and my hard cock is nestled between her thighs. If she moves or sits up, her pussy is going to be in direct contact. I don’t know what I should do. Normally, if a woman is this close to me, it’s because we’re about to get to know each other better in the most intimate of ways, or we already have.
We’re not there.
Stella is a friend who is going through a lot. The last thing she needs is me and my cock altering the friendship we’ve started, but damn, she also takes my breath away. Her tight little body using me as a bed is hard to resist.
Knowing that I need to change this situation before I’m no longer in control, I grip her hips with the intention of sliding off the couch and leaving her to rest. That was before she lifts her head and those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers find mine. She’s breathing heavily, so I know she’s been awake.
My hand has a mind of its own as I reach out and tuck her wayward hair behind her ear. “Hey,” I whisper.
“Hey.”
We stare at each other, neither of us willing to make a move. I need to do the responsible thing and slide out from under her, but that’s a tough choice to make when she feels perfect lying on top of me. I’m trying to talk myself into following through with my plan. When she lifts up, her palms press against my bare chest.
Fuck. Me.
Her pussy is covering my cock. I’m as hard as steel, and there is nothing between us but a few scraps of clothing.
Her nails dig into my bare skin, and I lift my hips in response, causing her to moan. I should stop. I know I should, but her blonde hair is glowing in the dim lighting of the room, and she looks like an angel perched on my cock.
An angel with a pussy that’s been untouched by a man for almost two years. I really wish she had never told me that, but I only have myself to blame. I asked.
“Maverick.”
The way she says my name, it’s half moan and half question, and my cock twitches. That sets off her next reaction, which is to rock her hips into mine.
“How much did you have to drink tonight?” I ask.
“A few,” she answers as she closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and rocks against me. Again.
“How many is a few, angel?”
“Enough to have the nerve to do this, but not too many that I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Fuck. “I’m going to need you to break this down for me. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come. It’s been so long.”
Son of a bitch. “Do you make yourself come, Stel?”
“Sometimes, when I’m not too exhausted, but it’s not the same, Maverick.”
Sitting up, I take her with me. She’s still straddling my hips, and we’re both sitting up so that we’re face-to-face. I push her hair back over her shoulders and place my index finger beneath her chin, lifting her eyes to mine.
“You’re not allowed to ghost me after this. We’re friends, and it stays that way.” I don’t know why, but it’s important to me that things do not change between us. She’s new in town and is starting to become friends with my family. The last thing we need is awkwardness.
I don’t bring women around my family. None of us ever have unless we knew in our hearts that she was the one. This is a little too close to home for me, but I want to give this to her. I want her to know she can come to me. If she needs a sitter or if she needs a release, I’m more than happy to provide both.
“I know what this is.” Another shift of her hips has me lifting mine.