Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Where do we stand?” she repeats, slowly tipping her head back to look up at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are we gonna keep pretending like this isn’t happening? Or are we going to take advantage of what we know we’ve got and move on to the next step?” I ask refusing to beat around the bush with her anymore since that shit obviously doesn’t work.
Her hands come up to rest against my abs. “Do you mean… like, being together… as in a couple?” she asks, and I dip my face closer to hers. So close, I feel her breath brush against my lips.
“I don’t give a fuck what label you put on us.”
“Oh,” she breathes.
“Are you in, or are you out?” I question, and her eyes flare with both fear and exhilaration.
“I’m in,” she replies, and that’s all I need to hear.
I use my arm around her back to pull her up against me, then take advantage of her parted lips. The moment my tongue touches hers, her hands slide up my abs and chest then clench my shoulders.
Fuck yes.
Hearing her whimper while her tongue toys with mine, I walk us backward toward the couch. The instant the back of my knees hit the cushion, I slide my hands down her sides, over her hips, and then grab two handfuls of the material there, yanking up the skirt of her dress, and falling back, bringing her down with me.
“Harlen.” Her lust-filled eyes meet mine and flash with worry.
“Just getting us comfortable, baby,” I tell her, grabbing her behind her knees and pulling her deeper into me. Once I have her where I want her, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck then slide my fingers up into her hair. “So fucking beautiful.” Her eyes flash again right before I pull her mouth back down to mine for another taste.
Feeling her rocking against me while she moans into my mouth has me just about coming in my jeans. Fuck, I knew it would be good when I got us where I wanted us to go, but I didn’t have a fucking clue it would be this good. Nipping her bottom lip, I pull her head back and study her face. So fucking gorgeous, not even an exaggeration. She’s perfect. I thought that the moment I saw her, but having her on my lap, her heat resting against me, her lips swollen, her cheeks pink, her eyes filled with desire, I’ve never seen anything more magnificent.
“Fuck me.” I pull her face forward and tuck it into my neck, willing my heart to stop hammering against my rib cage and my hard-on to die down.
“Are we stopping?” she asks, sounding disappointed, and I smile at the ceiling.
“Dizzy’s outside, door’s open, and I’m not fucking you for the first time on your couch,” I say. Then add, “Maybe the second.” Her head lifts away from my neck and our eyes meet. “Maybe the third, since I’ve thought about fucking you on the island more times than I’ve thought about fucking you on your couch.”
“Seems you’ve thought about…” She pauses rolling her lips together. “You know… a lot.”
“Needed something to keep me busy, since I wasn’t fucking you,” I explain, and her lips twitch.
“You’re not the only one,” she whispers, dropping her eyes to her hands that move to my jaw.
“Yeah? What have you thought about?” I question, and her head dips farther while her cheeks, which are already pink, darken.
“Just about us,” she answers vaguely.
Before I have a chance to question her further, Dizzy jumps up on the couch and fights his way between us to get to my jaw, where he always licks. Letting go of her hips, I grab hold of him, tuck him against my chest, and then order, “Hop off and lock the door, baby.”
Nodding, she scoots off my lap, giving me a glimpse of the sheer panties covering her pussy before she adjust her dress, and heads around the couch for the door.
“Do you want a beer?” she asks, and I turn my attention from Dizzy, finding her standing in the kitchen in front of the open fridge.
“Is it real beer?” I ask, and her eyes narrow, making me fight back a smile. “What?”
Even with the island between us, I still see her plant her hand on her hip.
“You’re the only one here who drinks the beer you bring over. I don’t have another man coming to my house, lounging around and drinking your alcohol,” she sasses, and I narrow my eyes. “And… I don’t drink it either,” she finishes.
“I’ll take a beer,” I grumble through clenched teeth, and she frowns before looking away, reaching into the fridge, and grabbing a beer and a bottle of water. Coming back to the couch, she hands me the open beer. “Do me a favor,” I say as she takes a seat, and her eyes meet mine. “Do not even joke about there being another man around.”