Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
When I come back down to earth, I’m panting and limp. I stare down at where Trey is kneeling between my legs to find him raising his fingers to his mouth. He holds my eyes and licks my wetness from them, smirking like he’s just won some sort of prize.
“Such a perfect girl.”
He gathers me up in his arms, and I sigh happily as he tucks me against him, his arms around my waist and my head resting on his chest. He murmurs sweet compliments to me, my breathing returning to normal, and I’m able to move my limbs again.
“How do you feel?” he asks softly when I tip my head back to steal a kiss.
“Good,” I answer honestly. “I…um…I feel really good.”
Trey smiles, kissing my forehead. “Good, because now that I’ve had a taste of you? I’m going to be addicted.”
I like the sound of that more than I want to admit. Because … well … I think I’m becoming addicted to him too.
7
TREY
The more time I spend with Talia, the less time I think I’ll ever be able to spend without her.
Every night, we eat dinner together, and she’s taught me the rules to at least three more board games—all of which she’s beaten me at. Then again, I haven’t been trying very hard to win. Seeing her smile and cheer at her victory is the real win anyway.
I can’t seem to think of a single thing except her. I crave her in every way possible. Since she let me touch her days ago, we haven’t done anymore but kiss. Even though I want her so much it’s killing me, I refuse to push her into something she’s not ready for.
But as I watch her dance around the kitchen to some upbeat rom-com movie soundtrack, powdered sugar making the very air around her as sweet as she is, it’s taking all of my self-control to hold myself back. Talia is mine, and every part of me wants to claim her fully and completely.
She’s baking, yet again, this time a birthday cake for the neighbor’s little boy. The only thing stopping me from sneaking a bite of the delicious-looking chocolate cake is knowing it’s for a five-year-old’s party, and I’m not that mean. Plus, it would upset Talia, and that is unacceptable.
She starts to sculpt a red race car out of fondant, her small hands making quick work of rolling and shaping colored icing, and I sidle closer to her.
“No wonder this is your job, cupcake,” I say, making her startle a little as my voice breaks her concentration. “You’re amazing.”
Talia’s cheeks go pink, and she glances up at me. “Oh, no. This isn’t like a job,” she stutters out, shrugging. “It’s just a hobby. That’s all.”
“A hobby?” I scoff, shaking my head at her. “Talia, most people aren’t even this talented at their actual job, never mind a hobby.”
Talia’s cheeks are nearly as red as the fondant in her hands now, and fuck if that isn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Jesus, this girl is like my kryptonite. Everything about her affects me.
Talia sighs, using the back of her hand to push her hair out of her face. I help her out so she doesn’t get icing in her hair, tucking the strands behind her ear, my fingers caressing her skin as I do. She shivers a little at the touch, trying and failing to hide it. My dick is already half-hard just from being around her.
“I’d love to do this full-time,” Talia admits quietly. “It’s fun, and I like making people happy. But…I’m in college, and it’s too risky to take the leap to baking and decorating like this.”
“You’re studying?” I ask, frowning. She hasn’t mentioned college once.
Talia pulls a face. “Yeah, marketing,” she says with a soft laugh. “It’s not exactly a passion, but it’s a steady option, you know?”
“Why don’t you drop out if you don’t even want to go into that field?”
Talia grabs a modeling tool and starts adding details to the body of the race car. “My mom and Dav—well, your dad—” she corrects, blushing at the reminder that we’re stepsiblings. I grin, stepping closer, and crowding her space a little more. “Um, well. They helped me out a lot with tuition. I started later than my high school friends since it took me so long to figure out what I wanted to do. I’m twenty-five, and I’ve still got a year to go before I graduate, and I … I don’t want to keep wasting time or disappoint my mom after everything she’s done to help me out.”
I cup her cheek, needing to touch her. She drops the cake tool, leaning into my touch a little. She’s so caring, so generous, so kind, and while I love that about her, she deserves to be kind and caring to herself too.