Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
I fist my hands over and over, trying to calm myself down. I know I’m overreacting.
She puts her hand on her shapely hip. “First of all, they’re your guys, and you said they don’t hurt women, so your argument is moot. Second of all, I’ll never dress one way or another because of what a man thinks. They should be able to control themselves. And third, I didn’t know they were out there. I thought it was just you.”
I’m taking deep breaths, dragging in as much oxygen as I can. I feel like I’m drowning. I don’t want other men looking at her and thinking they can have her. I know she’s right. I know it’s my problem, not hers, but the possessiveness I feel for her is all-consuming. “You can’t dress like that around me either, Ava.”
She opens her mouth ready to argue and then closes it. Her eyes never leave mine, and when she takes a step forward, I take a step back. Her lips perk up in the corners, and she moves toward me, lifting her hand and putting it on my chest.
My heart is thundering under her palm, and my hands are fisted at my sides. “You shouldn’t touch me right now either.”
She moves closer to me, putting her other hand on my chest. Her nipples are tight against her bra, begging to be kissed, and I grit my teeth. She shrugs her shoulders. “Why shouldn’t I touch you, Tank? Seems to me that this is the only way I’m going to get what I want.”
My mouth is dry, and my throat is thick. “You don’t know what you—"
Her hands curl into the material of my shirt, and she pulls me forward. “Don’t tell me I don’t know what I want. You think I go around offering myself to men all the time? I don’t. I dated Beau for three months, and he never got past second base with me. I know exactly what I want, Tank, and now that I’ve found it—I’ve found you—I’m not going to just let this opportunity pass me by.”
My voice is pained, giving an indication of the torture inside me. “Ava...”
Her hands slide down my chest and stop at my waist. “Now, if you don’t want me—"
I reach up and grab her hand, sliding it to the v of my legs. I press it against my hard manhood. I’m so fuckin’ hard it hurts. I don’t know why I’m pushing her, but her reaction surprises me when she cups her hand around me and strokes me through my jeans. My hips jerk, and I know there’s no way I can resist her any longer. I lean down, putting one hand behind her back and the other arm under her legs, lifting her up easily.
She’s smiling ear to ear as I carry her down the hallway. I pass the spare bedroom and take her to my bed. I drop her onto it and start stripping my clothes off, kicking my shoes away as I go. Her eyes never leave mine.
When I’m down to my underwear, I reach for her, grabbing her by the thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
She comes willingly, and I undress her until she’s completely naked. Her breath is hitched, but all I can do is stare at her. Her body is perfection. I want to touch and taste every curve.
She looks unsure why I’m still towering over her, staring at her but not touching her. “Tank?”
I put my hands on her knees and stroke them up her legs. “Fuck, honey, you have no idea what I want to do to you.”
She reaches down, covering my hand with hers. “Do it... you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Fuck,” I grunt.
I lean forward until I’m right in front of her. I climb onto the bed, leaning over her, putting my hands on each side of her face. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
She nods. “I know. I’ve thought about it. Do you want to kiss me, Tank?”
I kiss her forehead, then each side of her lip near her cheek. Our lips are mere inches apart when I whisper to her, “Yeah, I want to kiss you.”
I don’t wait for her to answer me or give me her approval. I kiss her as if my life depends on it. I don’t want to scare her, but I’m consumed by her, and no matter how I slant my mouth or how I run my tongue along hers, it isn’t enough. I don’t think it ever will be enough.
Chapter 10
Ava
My toes curl just from his kiss. All I can do is hold on because the way my body is reacting to his kisses is like an overload of all my senses.
His hands stroke down my body, and he kneads my full breast as he kisses me. When he pulls away, we’re both breathless.