Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“You weren’t kidding about not being late,” she said.
“Told you I wouldn’t be.”
She smiled and nodded. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Our reservation is for seven-thirty,” I said. “We have a few minutes to spare.”
“Where is the reservation?”
I told her, and she nodded.
“So maybe you can walk with me around downtown for a few minutes before dinner,” I said. “If that sounds all right.”
“It sounds great,” she replied.
Smiling, I held the door for her, and as she passed, her perfume filled my senses again. I wanted to bathe in her smell. To cover myself with it and claim it.
We drove in a comfortable quiet, and when we parked several blocks away from the restaurant, I held out my hand for her, and she took it. Leisurely, we paced around some of the newer shops and prominently in front of Brewer’s Grocery. I peeked my head inside and caught Melanie’s eye, who waved, then saw who I was with.
“A friend of yours?” Kristen asked.
Normally, I would detect a note of jealousy in that from other women. A pretty woman waving at me from inside a store probably would be enough to get a curt response. But not this time. Kristen seemed rather comfortable in herself and the fact that she wasn’t in competition with anyone. That level of confidence had all my cylinders firing, and I wondered just how long I was going to be able to hold out before I had to taste her lips again.
“That’s Melanie Brewer. She and one of my best friends own this store together,” I said.
“She seems sweet,” Kristen said.
We headed into the restaurant a few minutes later and sat down to eat. The meal was a whirlwind, and I could barely concentrate on the food or conversation. My eyes kept traveling over her body. The way her veins traveled down her neck and to her collarbone. Her painted nails that were just a little longer than her fingertips. The way her mouth curled around the straw as she drank water rather than wine.
I didn’t want to drink either. I wanted to be completely stone-cold sober tonight.
When dinner was done, it felt like we had only been there a few minutes, and the heat had only intensified the entire meal. As we walked out, taking the stroll back to the car, I asked if she would like to be dropped back off at the school. She said no. To take her home.
The ride to her house was only punctuated by the directions she gave me to get there, and I didn’t hesitate to walk her to the door. There were few words that felt important enough to break the thick sense of expectation between us as we reached the door, and she immediately produced the key. She turned the knob and rather than say goodnight, grabbed me by my tie and pulled me in with her.
We slammed into the wall as the door swung shut, our lips pressed hard against each other. She kicked off her heels and dropped a few inches, so I picked her up and held her aloft as my lips moved to her neck.
“Bedroom,” she said hoarsely, pointing down the hall.
I carried her, eliciting a giggle from deep in her chest, and as soon as we were through the door, she was ripping at my shirt and my hands were under her dress, pulling it up over her incredible thighs and sliding up toward the promise of her heavy breasts.
8
KRISTEN
Icould barely contain myself on the ride home, and as soon as we were at my door, I pulled him inside by his tie. I didn’t want to give myself too much time to think about it, to doubt it and second-guess myself.
As he carried me into my bedroom, I felt like the adrenaline coursing through my body might make me explode. My body was throbbing, aching for him, and I literally could not stop smiling when our lips weren’t locked.
I pulled apart the buttons of his shirt, growing frustrated with one of them as it was tucked under his belt. I just wanted to tear them off, and his hands sliding up my thighs and to my breasts was driving me to go faster.
A thumb dipped below my bra, and suddenly my breasts were in his hands, the dress falling between them while cool air brushed over my nipples a split second before they were buried in his palms. I groaned and let my head fall back as his lips caressed my neck and his hands kneaded into my chest.
His cock had been so hard, pressed into my stomach when we’d embraced, and now I just wanted to yank his pants off and feel it, touch it, and finally have it inside of me. My hand slid down his leg and over to his bulge, and I squeezed. A deep, rumbling moan seemed to melt the rest of the world away, and I reached for his belt, pulling it open.