Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I feel like I need to pee again, but it’s not that at all. It’s something else, like a “turned up to eleven” version of the tingling itch he gives me inside. Only now, it feels like some kind of emergency for one of us if he doesn’t do something about it and soon, but being a mature man—a real man—Bowdie’s not the type to just hurl himself at a girl. I’m not sure if it makes him as horny as it’s making me but sensing what he wants to “talk about” only makes me feel like I’m slipping and skidding in my seat as my arousal boils over with his every word and glance.
Either being a glutton for punishment this level of excitement gives me, or maybe just so I can hear him spell it out for me, I hear my thin, tiny voice ask him innocently, “Then what else could you have come for?
“And so early,” I add, really hamming up the innocent angle, just to alert him to the maybe not-so-obvious fact that I’m a virgin and have no idea what I’m doing.
Bowdie’s eyes narrow a little, moving down my over-sized T-shirt I use as pajamas. He growls with satisfaction once he sees what I feel, my nipples getting so hard it would be pointless to pretend I don’t know what he means.
He sniffs and takes a long sip of his coffee, keeping his eyes pinned on my now-heaving chest. The sound from the vinyl of my chair makes a sound as my slick wetness slides over it, making me let out a little sound of my own. He lets me stew for about a full minute. Slowly sipping, watching, and bringing me so close to climax, I end up shaking my head in disbelief that any man could have this power over anyone, let alone me, and that it could feel so good, but it can’t end here. It mustn’t.
Sliding his chair back noisily from the small breakfast table designed for two, his eyes only leave mine long enough to look down at his lap. That thick line I saw before seems even bigger, and a dark circle bleeding into his denim from the swollen head of his manhood tells me more than words ever could.
“Come here,” he rasps.
As much as I thought I’d mess things up if it ever did happen between us, I move with what I consider graceful agility for a girl of my abilities. Standing shakily, I inch closer to him, watching that bulge get even bigger every second before his hands reach for me.
The charge from his body to mine makes me swoon as I fight to stop my eyes from rolling back, sure I’m about to climax right this second, the exact second it takes for him to pull me onto him. I feel the hardness of his strong torso smashing into all my sleepy, wobbly softness. I’m pretty sure I’ll never sleep again, not until he’s had his way with me, and if my first time has to be on the breakfast table? I couldn’t care less. A man like Bowdie could take me behind the back of a dumpster, and it wouldn’t matter. I’d still feel the same because I know I'm right once his strong mouth presses over mine.
I know I love him, and I always have. He’s the only man who’s ever gonna have me the way I know he wants me.
CHAPTER TEN
Bowdie
I should be seeing the face of my own daughter and the eyes of my best friend, Brad. I should be hearing their voices screaming in my conscience NO, but the only thought and feeling in my body and mind with Beth is a resounding YES!
Feeling her body against mine for the first time, my mouth greedily over hers is my real homecoming. She’s what I traveled across the globe for, abandoning a research contract and a ton of other things. I did it all because I knew then, like I know now, that my life wouldn’t have any meaning without her, without us, just like this and always.
If holding her close, kissing her like I feel she wants to be kissed, is my reward for throwing everything else away, then I win, but the longer I hold her, the more I feel her hands running over me like mine are all over her. I know this is just the beginning, and considering I’m recently unemployed, that leaves us all day.
It’s not just any first kiss between a man and his girl. I can sense it’s her first proper kiss, not only because I feel her teeth knock against mine and even wince a little when she bites my lip. Maybe that’s how much she’s wanted to kiss me all along, but my clinical training and the iron-rich taste of blood in my mouth tell me it’s because she’s a virgin.