Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
My body tenses as I edge toward my release, and I bite my lip — feeling it, right there: the tension and the ecstasy.
Except, I don’t reach the peak.
I never do.
I’ve only had sex once in my life. With Jasper, and I had been left extremely unsatisfied, which then turned out to be my greatest nightmare and my downfall. I regret losing my virginity to that asshole. But now that I know what sex feels like — the fact that I have tried it, and it was anti-climactic, I am filled with desires that are still waiting to be satisfied.
It’s like my sexual awakening was left unfulfilled, and now, I have an insatiable need to find the pleasure I’ve been missing in my life.
Except, like always, my needs turn into disappointment.
Irritated, and still sexually frustrated, I push the pillow away from between my thighs and turn to lie on my back again. I stare at the ceiling, thoughtfully chewing on the inside of my cheek. “I should have listened to Lila and bought that vibrator she was telling me about,” I mumble to myself.
Grabbing my phone, I go to do just that when a call comes through. His name pops up on my screen and I almost drop my phone in surprise. Oh God, what are the odds of Grayson calling now?
I hastily accept the call, bringing my phone to my ear. “Hello?” My voice is scratchy and huskier than usual. I blame it on the fact that I was just on the edge of release. I wonder if he can hear it in my voice.
“Riley,” he says as a greeting, and oh dear Lord, his vocals sound deeper over the phone. “I know this is all very sudden, but do you mind coming outside?”
Grayson and I exchanged phone numbers yesterday, after we became partners for our Law Studies assignment, but I wasn’t expecting to get a call from him already.
But, then again, he always pops out of nowhere, at the right moment. Except…I don’t think now is the right moment. My fingers are still coated with my juices.
I clear my throat, hoping I don’t sound so affected by his voice. “Outside? What do you mean?”
“Outside your gates,” he elaborates patiently. “I’m waiting for you there.”
I jerk up in shock. “You’re outside my house?”
“Yes,” he drawls, and I can sense his smile. His extremely charming smile. And I am a goner for that dimple. “Do you mind? There’s something I want to show you.”
“Yes,” I agree quickly, almost bouncing off my bed, “just give me a minute!”
I end the call, and quickly change from my tank top into my favorite oversized knitted, white sweater. The sweater covers my pink running shorts, stopping at mid-thigh. I brush through my messy hair with my fingers, untangling any knots I find, and then quickly dab on some pink lipstick.
I look…natural enough and pleasant.
I don’t keep looking at the mirror for too long, because I will start doubting my own reflection. I will notice my weight and my size; I will start listing every single flaw I see.
Mirrors are my enemy.
Once I’m ready, I try not to rush outside. It was raining earlier today, and the grass is wet and muddy. But I love the earthy smell after the rainfall. After opening the automatic gates, I walk out to find Grayson leaning against his white Bentley.
My heart stammers at the sight of him. Thud.
He’s wearing a white long sleeve button-up shirt and light blue jeans White shoes, black-rimmed glasses and a black baseball cap. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and he’s standing there, ankles crossed.
Thud. Oh, dear Lord, he’s strikingly…handsome.
His head lifts, and when he sees him, his lips twitch with a half-smile. And there’s the indent in his left cheek, the one that takes my breath away. That dimple is quite possibly my weakness.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” I apologize, a little breathless. “I just wasn’t expecting a visitor. Is everything alright? Is this about the assignment?”
He shakes his head. “No, not about the assignment.”
I wait for him to continue, but he suddenly looks nervous. His thumb rubs along the length of his sculpted jawline. His eyes sweep over my body, remaining longer on my bare legs before moving to my chest, and then my face.
“I’ve never done this before,” Grayson tells me, sounding slightly flustered. “But I was driving around and found a flower shop.” He reaches inside his car, through the open window, and brings out a yellow flower.
Oh wow.
The color is vibrant and warm, the flower fragile and exquisite. It’s simply gorgeous.
“Yellow lilies,” Grayson whispers gruffly, touching a single petal with great gentleness. “Remember the meadow I was telling you about? The yellow lilies remind me of your hair.”
He stretches his arm toward me, and I blink up at him. “For you,” he says, his brown eyes intensely focused on me.