Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Brodie hesitates.
I feel every muscle in his body stiffen as my tits press against his chest.
Then.
He relaxes, bringing his arms around my waist to hug me back.
So strong.
So hard, but warm at the same time.
“Thanks.”
I feel his chest rumble and press my body closer, wanting to feel it rumble again.
“You’re such a good hugger,” I purr.
“Am I?”
He doesn’t let go.
I don’t let go.
“Mmm,” I hum.
I move my hands higher on his neck and play with the hair at his nape, nails skimming along his hairline, fingers toying with the cotton neckline of his tank.
So strong.
So hard…
I lean up, running my nose along the column of his neck, letting my breath warm his skin.
Fingers in his hair.
Little hums. Quiet, soft moans as Brodie squeezes me, hands slowly beginning to caress my back, gaining confidence little by little.
His hands roam up my spine.
Down my spine.
Yes…
We’re behind the curtain of my closet now. No one would see us if they walked through my door, not that anyone would.
His hands are big, spanning my waist and moving downward.
Tentatively.
Cautiously.
I kiss the side of his neck.
Below his ear.
Inhale when his hands move over my ass and pull me into him, pulling me into his hard cock. It strains against the fabric of his athletic shorts, pressing against my belly button, causing me to moan out loud.
Oh god…
I kiss his chin.
The side of his jaw.
The corner of his mouth.
His bottom lip.
All the while, his hands cup my backside, desperate to lift me—to fit me with his body—but resisting.
Another kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head, moving it down, lips gingerly pressing against mine.
He pulls back, hesitating.
Then he moves forward again, his mouth covering my mouth, our lips warm and hot. I know those are two of the same things, but I can’t exactly form a thought at the moment, okay?
My hands roam his shoulders, gliding over his flesh. My thumbs tease the side of his pec muscles and search for his nipples.
I see stars when his mouth opens, and my mouth opens, and our tongues touch. Like a liquid drug, it’s the perfect mix of wet and sucking and exploring and heat.
Everything inside me is on fire.
My toes, my legs, my belly.
My vagina literally quivers along with my limbs.
Brodie’s large hands go to my waist, hoisting me up, setting me on top of the dresser in my closet, and I part my thighs so he can step between them, his hands cupping my face so he can kiss me some more.
Good God almighty, he’s good at this.
What the actual hell?
His thumbs stroke my jawline, and I can feel the callouses. I love the way they feel on my delicate skin.
His hands move to my neck, palms splaying over my shoulders, his mouth never leaving mine.
My chest heaves, breasts moving up and down as my heart races within my body.
Hot.
So fucking hot.
I hold my breath when his thumbs brush my side boob, my body begging him to touch me there, either purposely or accidentally, it doesn’t matter, and I sigh into his mouth when his hands cup my breasts, wishing like hell I hadn’t worn this dumb bra.
At least it’s not padded.
I can feel everything.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs into my mouth. His hands are on my hips now, and he pulls me forward, lining us up so we can match. Again, I can feel how hard he is.
“I feel so fucking pretty,” I tease, tipping back my head so he can suck on my skin. On my neck.
“I want to go down on you so bad,” he says into my hair, fingers tense against my hips. His hands move, caressing the top of my thighs with his rough, calloused palms as if he can’t get enough of my smooth, freshly shaved legs.
“I want you to go down on me so bad.” You should go down on me, is what I want to say.
Sounds like a fabulously orgasmic idea.
I feel his head shake. “Your roommates are home.”
And my door is ajar, and it doesn’t have a lock, and…and…
His are idiots. And it seems as if he doesn’t have a moment of peace, or a moment to himself, unless he’s in the shower and that doesn’t seem likely, either.
“I feel like if I went down on you, the squirrel would decide to come back.” Brodie’s hands are back on my neck, practically nested in my hair.
“He definitely would.” I lift my face. “Kiss me again.”
These kisses aren’t the same as the other ones.
These are sweet.
Full lips, but sweeter.
Soft.
No tongue but just as intense.
I feel these kisses in my vagina, too.
I won’t forget this first kiss—not as long as I draw breath.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
BRODIE
I told Lizzy I wanted to go down on her.
Like. Who even am I anymore?
Still me ’cause I didn’t do it.
Did not go down on her, did not pass go.