Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I stayed frozen in my place. “That’s not an answer.”
Still more petals floated down, almost obscuring my view of him, but I saw him close his eyes and heard a frustrated breath leave his lips.
“Why does it matter to you, Jasmine? You came here tonight for Gabe, dressed sexy and smelling good. And I don’t blame you. He’s what I can’t be. He’s the exact man you should give your heart to.” Chase tapped the edge of the chair with his fingers. “But right now, I have less than thirty minutes to pretend like you came here for me, so I’d rather talk about something else.”
I wish he wouldn’t talk like this. Why do I feel so bad?
I sighed.
“Come here, please,” he said and again it sounded so low and foreign to what I was accustomed to.
“I won’t see you anymore?” My own voice squeaked at the end of the sentence.
Isn’t this what I wanted? For him to give me space so I could get over him?
“Every night I look at your window. The light goes on and off, on and off. The few times I see your silhouette I go mad with insanity and lust.” He combed his fingers through his hair. The petals on top of his head fell to the floor. “You ask me if you’ll see me again like I’m the one who holds that answer.”
He headed my way in slow steps, as if trying not to frighten me. “Do I have a chance?”
“I don’t know.”
“No. You don’t get to bow out with that answer tonight.” He paused right in front of me. “Do I have a chance? Because if I do then tell me and I’ll be outside your apartment tonight and every other night until you’re ready to come outside and see me. But if I don’t, not even a tiny bit, then let me know so I can crawl away with the little dignity I have left.”
My lips quivered.
It all came down to this moment.
Desire and fear merged and twirled into a ball inside my chest. All the days and nights we’d spent together raced through my mind. The things I’d felt for him had never left me. They’d never given me any peace or fled my body. They simply remained inside my heart as if they’d been waiting the whole time for this moment to arrive so they could spill out and saturate my thoughts.
“God help me,” Chase said. “Do I have a chance?”
I bit my lip. “If . . .”
“If what?” He frantically searched my face, clasped his hands onto my waist, and tugged me to him, pressing his hard body against mine.
“Nothing . . . never mind. I just can’t do the arrangement.”
He scrunched his face up in confusion. “I’ve been outside of your apartment every night and all night for the past two weeks. Do you really think I’m still in that arrangement?”
“You’re not?”
“No.”
“What happened?”
“You happened!” He captured my lips and groaned as he seized my tongue.
God. I missed this so much. I missed him.
He cupped my behind with his hands. “I’m in love with you.”
“Chase. . .”
He spread kisses on my cheeks, my chin, the curve of my neck, and the swell of my breasts. He covered me in his lips’ caresses until I stepped back, unable to take any more.
“No. Stay next to me.” He slid his hands around my hips and guided me back to him. “I want our bodies attached to each other for at least a week.”
I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. “But Chase, we still should talk. There’s a lot we still have to figure out.”
“Does it have to be now?” He buried his face in my cleavage, dipping his tongue between the folds of my breasts and wrenching down my dress until only my strapless bra showed. My nipples hardened with excitement. How many nights had I dreamed about my nipples between his lips and his mouth gently tugging until I cried with desire?
Damn you, Chase.
“There’s plenty of time to talk later. Now I need to be deep inside of you until we both forget there was ever a time of separation.” He wrenched my bra down. Flower petals slipped past my aching nipples.
I shivered with hot lust.
Our kisses transformed to caresses. Our clothes left our bodies within seconds and between panting.
We made love, in the dimly lit space of Jasmine’s Hell.
Flowers showered us as he tortured me with his hardness, taunting my moist body that was so wet from his tongue and my pleasure.
Each time an orgasm burst between my thighs another stirred to take its place.
I drowned in him.
He greedily devoured me, gulping me down, and swallowing me whole, until we fused into one being. And when we were done, we lay on the petal-drenched ground, exhausted.