Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
My arms go around his neck, and I shift in his lap. Fingers sliding into his hair, the kiss deepens, and I can feel the hard length of him under my bottom. It makes me twitchy, knowing he’s turned on by just our kiss, but I’m the same damn way. I can’t help but wiggle against him, and he hisses into my mouth.
Once again, I worry this isn’t what he really wants and start to pull away.
Once again, he doesn’t let me go but somehow whirls me so I’m flat on my back and he’s over me, leaning on one hip.
Gazing down, he strokes a finger along my jaw. “You know this was inevitable?”
“I only dared hope,” I whisper, feeling like with Baden, I can speak the truth of my heart because no matter what, I know he won’t bruise it.
“Same.” It’s a promise in one simple word.
Leaning over me, Baden kisses me again as a hand moves to my ribs. It’s light, somewhat tentative. We moved from friends to nearly lovers very quickly. There was no dating. No flirting. No innuendo.
The barest notion that something could be there, but I dare say we were both afraid to believe it. I wasn’t willing to admit or show my attraction to him, and he didn’t give me much of a hint either.
So this kiss… this moment, lying in a bed and him telling me this was inevitable, is a very fast, very sudden change in our relationship.
I move a hand to rest on his chest, feel the heat of his skin and the thud of his heart. Baden’s mouth moves from mine to my jaw and then down my neck.
“We’ll still be friends, right?” I whisper.
Baden’s head lifts, and I’ve never seen such naked honesty in someone’s eyes before. They tell a story before he opens his mouth. “Always friends first. But I believe we’re going to be so much more, and we won’t go back from that.”
I have no choice but to believe him, because I can’t accept anything less. I’m in deep, and I don’t want to claw my way back up again.
My other hand goes behind his neck, and I pull him down to kiss me again. It’s sweet at first, then becomes more erotic.
Baden’s hands don’t feel tentative on me anymore, his hand inching under my cami pajama top, up my ribs, and straight to my breast where he squeezes. I moan and writhe as he rubs a thumb over my nipple.
The groan he elicits is actually embarrassing, and I feel the need to apologize. I twist my head away, breaking the kiss, and then bring my gaze right back to him. “It’s been a really long time for me.”
“For me too,” he admits. “Not since…”
His words trail, but I know our lack of sexual intimacy matches in timeline. “Same for me. Well, even before then, I wasn’t really dating.”
Baden smiles impishly. “I heard it’s like riding a bike.”
“Guess we’ll find out.”
With a laugh, he replies, “Guess we will.”
And then he’s kissing me again, and it’s even hotter. We’re committed, all in. Baden’s hands seem to be everywhere… under my clothes stroking every bit of me. I do the same, having all that warm skin and hard muscle to explore. Rippled abs, cut chest, strong, corded arms. His body is exquisite.
Somehow, Baden divests me of my clothes without seeming to break our kiss or his touches, which I know is impossible, yet I feel him everywhere, and I’m lost to it. I don’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as I lie naked before him. He leans back a little and slowly rakes his gaze down my body and back up again.
His eyes meet mine, and without breaking contact, he places his hand on my stomach and glides it slowly down to push in between my legs. They part willingly, and as we stare at each other, he gently probes at my folds. I huff out a breath I’d been holding far too long, and when a long finger slides into me, I can’t hold my eyes open any more. They close, and my hips buck upward in pleasure. Then Baden’s mouth is on my breast, his tongue flicking at my nipple while his finger gently circles my clit.
It’s lazy, slow touches, but I’m so primed by my deep care for this man that I’m immediately on the edge of a monumental release.
His finger moves against my clit as he lightly bites my nipple.
“Baden.” My voice is a quavering mess of need.
“Next time,” he mutters low, pressing a kiss to my breast, “I’ll use my mouth between your legs.”
And just the promise of that is my undoing. Stars explode in my eyes as my body coils tight and then blows apart. I cry out, bucking against Baden’s hand, and then it’s all swallowed up as he kisses me again.