Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“You feel so perfect,” he groans.
“Mhm,” is all I can manage.
He keeps saying things in my ear as he works into a rhythm. He tells me I’m beautiful. How tight I am for him. How much he’s wanted to do this since we met. How Vaughn was a fucking idiot for letting me go.
It’s sensory overload. His body is so hard and powerful. His movements are so smooth and hypnotic I can’t stop watching him pound into me. I can’t stop myself from spreading my legs wider, pulling him against me with my heels and squirming against his grip on my wrists.
“Oh, God,” I gasp.
He returns my words with a groan. His eyes grow even more intense. “Look at me. Fuck,” he hisses. I feel him pulse inside me and the warmth deep inside.
It pushes me over the edge and we climax together.
It’s beautiful.
It’s amazing.
It’s like being catapulted straight into the starriest night sky I’ve ever seen. It’s glitter and freaking rainbows. It’s so perfect it hurts.
And then it just hurts, because he’s sliding out of me and I’m bracing myself for what comes next.
He’s rolling to his back and laying with an arm behind his head, watching the ceiling. He’s probably trying to decide the best combination of words to get me out of his apartment without being too much of a dick, because that’s how this works with guys like Jameson, isn’t it? He’s the type of perfect guy that women line up to date, and those guys are always ready to move on as soon as they get what they’re after.
I’m just laying, bracing myself for whatever he’s about to say now that he got what he wanted. I decide to save myself the embarrassment of being dismissed. “I should get back home.”
I start to get up awkwardly with my wrists still cuffed, but he pushes me back down. “Who said I was done with you?”
I raise an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if I have another round in me tonight. That was… wow,” I say.
He grins. “We’ll work on your stamina. But I’ll warn you, I’m a tough coach.”
I bite my lip. This isn’t the conversation I expected afterwards. He’s making it sound like this is the first of many. “Hm, I don’t know. Can I hire a different coach?”
He rolls on top of me again. He pins my hands over my head again, then plants a slow, passionate kiss on my mouth. “Fuck, no. You’re welcome to say this is still pretend and practice. But I have a confession.”
I wait, heart pounding.
“The time we’ve spent together hasn’t been pretend for me. I like you, Charli.” His eyebrows draw together. “I want this to work. Not just to piss off Vaughn or any of that. I want this to work just because of you. All the other shit is secondary.”
I know what I want to say. I want to melt. I want to tug him down so he can kiss me again and send me floating into bliss. But there’s still part of me deep inside that’s raw, open, and bleeding. I find myself talking out of fear instead of from my heart. “I’m in a really weird place right now,” I say slowly. “Any other time and I’d be on the exact same page. I just… I’m so scared to get hurt again. It might be easier for me to keep this one step away from real. For now,” I add.
Disappointment flashes across Jameson’s expression, but he covers it up quickly, nodding. “I’m a patient man. Actually, that’s a lie. But I can be patient for you.” He kisses my forehead, smiling. “I’ll go get you something comfortable to sleep in.” He releases the cuffs, then runs his fingers over where the metal was against my skin and inspects it. He seems satisfied with what he sees. He plants a kiss on both my wrists, grinning. “You’re just practicing sleeping over after we fuck, of course,” he adds.
I smile, even though something inside me is screaming to stop being such an idiot. I want to just tell him I feel everything he feels. I just… I can’t make myself do it. It’s like climbing up to a lakeside cliff and walking all the way to the edge. I can’t take that final step and trust the waters beneath me. I can’t fully believe there won’t be rocks hiding just beneath the cool, inviting waters.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll practice sleeping over.”
“Perfect.” He stands, apparently without an ounce of self-consciousness for his nudity. Then again, I can’t imagine many people would be self-conscious if they looked like he does. He rubs his hands together. “Food? Are you hungry? I can whip something up.”
“You don’t have to cook for me,” I say, tugging the covers up to my neck. His bed is so comfy, and his smell is everywhere. I want to bottle it up and steal some to keep.