Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“You’re not convinced he tracked you down just to say hi, huh?”
“Not a chance.” There’s an edge to his voice. “I’ve known Kai most of my life. He’s never not been up to something.”
“So what do you think he’s up to?”
Conor chews on that, his jaw working. The muscles in his neck twitch. “You know what? Not my problem and I don’t want to know.” He rolls onto his side to face me. Something about his vivid gray eyes, the way his lips part when he’s staring at mine, does my head in every time. “I was having a great night before we were interrupted.”
I can feel myself blushing again. I bite my lip a little too hard, just to remind myself of the pain that’s always waiting when I let myself pretend. And yet I can’t stop myself from saying, “Me too.”
“I would’ve really liked to see where it was headed.”
“Where do you think it was headed?” Oh boy. Does that throaty voice actually belong to me?
His gaze turns molten. “I’ve got about a thousand ideas, if you’re into it.”
Am I into it?
Of course I’m into it. I’m way too into it and that’s the tricky part. Because right now is when I make the decision—go all in on total emotional destruction with Conor, or make a clean break for good.
Why does he have to smell so nice?
“I have to tell you something,” I say, squeezing the pillow to my chest and staring at my toes. “I’m…” A coward. I take a deep breath and try again. “I’ve never been with anyone. Like at all. Well, I’ve done a little. But not much.”
“Oh,” is his response.
It hangs there, that infuriating little syllable. Like a wisp of smoke growing larger as it fills the room.
Then he drawls, “I was a virgin too, once.”
I jab him with an elbow.
“It’s been a while since I was with a virgin.”
Another jab.
“I won’t tell anyone that you came too fast.”
I swing the pillow at his face. “This isn’t funny, asshole,” I say, laughing despite myself. “I’m being incredibly vulnerable right now.”
“Babe.” He throws the pillows to the end of the bed and climbs on top of me, settling between my legs while crouched on his knees. We’re not even touching, but the image of him above me, the heat emanating from his muscular body… I’ve never experienced anything so erotic in my life. “I know I’ve been a fuckboy in the past. But I don’t want to be that guy with you.”
“How do I know that?” I ask honestly.
“Because I’ve never lied to you. I wouldn’t. Even though we haven’t known each other that long, you see me better than anyone else I know.” I’m startled to hear his deep voice waver. “You do know me, Taylor. Trust that.”
He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine. The kiss is soft, unhurried, as if he’s savoring this one perfect moment, just as I am. When he pulls away, I glimpse the lust and naked need in his eyes, the same churning in mine.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises. “If you’ll let me.”
My body wins over my better judgment. I reach for him, pulling him down for another kiss. I feel him hard against my thigh, and my core clenches in response.
I know he’s as turned on as I am, and yet he stokes the anticipation for longer than I can stand. Kissing me deeply, trapping me beneath him by planting his hands on the bed at either side of my head. I wrap my leg around his hip, trying to draw him closer, to urge him toward…I don’t even know what. Something to ease this ache inside me.
“Touch me,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks, dragging his lips down my neck.
I don’t know how to be, I don’t know, sexy. So I use my body to tell him what I need. I wrap my other leg around him and arch my hips, pressing myself against his erection.
The move elicits a groan from Conor, who buries his head in the crook of my neck and thrusts between my thighs.
“When you say you’ve ‘done a little,’ what does that mean?” His warm breath tickles my collarbone as he kisses his way down to my cleavage.
“It means a little.” I rock against his thrusting groin, distracted by the flurry of sensations racing through my body.
“Anyone ever done this?” he asks, and then tugs at the low scoop neck of my dress to expose a bit more of my breasts. He cups them, his thumbs stroking gently.
“Yeah. But not this.” I pull one spaghetti strap off my shoulder to give him greater access, which exposes my nipples.
“Jesus, Taylor.” Conor licks his lips. “I need to taste you.”
My hips rise again. “Please.”