Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Jay left a trail of damp kisses across my jaw as he made his way to my ear. His hot breath rasped the moment before his lips landed on the sensitive skin on my neck, just below my earlobe. I was burning alive, yet I shivered. Goosebumps broke out on my legs. Oh my God, that felt good. Something as simple as his warm mouth against my skin made every inch of me weak with desire. I ached.
Holding back the questions I had about his football life was a restraint I could physically feel. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, either. During the walk down the asphalt path, I’d tasted the words in my mouth but choked them back. But then he’d claimed my mouth with his, making it so all I could taste was delicious him.
“I’m kind of pissed at Dave,” Jay mumbled into my skin, right at the spot where my neck met my body.
“Yeah?”
“Why the hell didn’t he introduce us?”
I wanted to laugh. Or tell him I’d had the same thought about Marcy. But Jay’s lips had rendered me unable to do anything. I couldn’t even breathe. Every inch of me was sensitized and hyperaware of him. I was turning to liquid in his hands, and he was barely touching me.
My eyes fluttered closed as his mouth crept along the length of my collarbone to the base of my throat and continued to the other side. His hands settled at my waist, but the longer we kept kissing, the bolder he seemed to grow. His palms inched upward.
It was like I’d drawn up a playbook and every route was executed flawlessly by Jay.
Breath caught in my lungs as his hands slid to a stop on my ribcage, pausing just below my breasts. The heat of his palms was a hot iron, seeping through my chiffon dress. I wanted him to keep going, but I also grew nervous. I wanted him too badly. Too much. I wasn’t the type to be reckless or have a random hookup.
Was I?
His mouth found mine, and his kiss was urgent. Needy. It was loaded with lust, and I was desperate to give in to it.
“You were right,” I said, trying not to pant it out. “Your kiss needs to come with a warning.”
A noise escaped the back of his throat. A deep, wicked chuckle.
It was too hot for Ohio in August. Even in the shade, it was a million degrees Fahrenheit. Sweat blossomed on my skin, beading into tiny drops as Jay shifted his stance between my parted legs and urged me closer. I dry swallowed when there was no space left between us, and his hips pressed against the insides of my thighs. My skirt rode up, and I could feel the firm bulge in his pants nudging me.
It was powerful knowing I’d turned him on, and it was just my kiss that seemed to be doing it. My blood had burst into steam in my veins the moment his lips locked onto mine. I’d never had a kiss like his. Didn’t even know I was capable of this kind of feeling.
I hadn’t intended to do more than kiss him, but now I craved more. “Oh, God, do it,” I whispered, arching my back and making it as clear as possible what I wanted. I stared into his intense blue eyes, watching his lust-filled expression as he followed my plea. I sighed in relief as he moved his hands one inch up, followed by another.
Until his hands covered my breasts, gripping me through my dress. I moaned, but it was swallowed up under his dominating kiss. Jay drew my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. Just a hint of teeth. I inhaled sharply, but not in pain. His action had sent pleasure zinging between my legs.
“Kayla.” He broke the kiss only for a moment. “You are so fucking hot.”
The earth was spinning like I was drunk, only I wasn’t even buzzing from alcohol. This was entirely him. It became acute when one of his large hands abandoned my breasts and fell onto my knee. His palm was warm and damp as it skated up the length of my thigh, pushing my skirt out of his way.
Inch by painstakingly slow inch, his fingers trailed up my thigh. I shook with anticipation and gripped fistfuls of his dress shirt. Couldn’t he move faster? His touch was searing and left quivers in its wake. I slid my knees further open as I scooted on his jacket, trying to get closer to him. My heart raced along, pounding in my ears, growing louder with every inch of ground his fingers gained.
Something rattled against my thigh and vibrated. I yelped, and we both froze, clinging to each other. His expression read WTF? I was sure mine was the same, but the second buzzing clued us in.