Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Maybe.” I don’t think I’ve ever been more soaked.
“Stay late today and I’ll fix that,” he demands, and my heart beats rapidly, looking at him expectantly. “That kiss was too short to count,” he breathes, and it’s like he can read my mind. “I think maybe we should have one more.”
I nod, beaming in agreement, just as Ashley walks through the door.
“Oh my God!” She gushes. “You’ll never guess what you missed during lunch!”
I briefly listen to her story before heading to study hall, knowing full well I’ll have to make a pit stop to the bathroom on my way.
Public speaking has been really awkward lately, ever since winter break. Hannah arranged for the three of us to go to the movies again, only she didn’t tell me about it, since she wanted to go alone with Nick.
Well, Nick’s pissed I bailed, even though I didn’t know about it, and Hannah swore me to secrecy. Honestly, I don’t even care about the whole thing, but to Hannah, it’s the biggest deal in the world.
However, during this movie they went to alone together, apparently Hannah disclosed her crush by attempting to hold Nick’s hand. He then flat out said that he likes me.
She abruptly left, mid-movie.
Talk about awkward.
Things haven’t been same between any of us, and it’s so unbelievably uncomfortable, I wish I could change my seat.
The class moves unbelievably slowly, and I’ve never been more eager for after school math. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’ll be meeting up with my chemistry teacher after that.
I leave math late, and I’m disappointed when I find his office door locked, and the lights out. I head down the hall to check his classroom, and it’s the same, dark and empty.
“Shit,” I mumble, throwing my head back. I’m too late; he must have left already.
“Looking for me?” I smile at his voice before turning around.
“I thought you left.”
“I told you to meet me,” he chuckles, walking past me in his workout clothes, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, as he continues down the hall. “I would never just leave.”
I follow him into his office, the shutting of the door and the clicking of the lock further stimulating me. Before I have a chance to fully drop my bag, it falls out of my grasp as he grabs me and forcefully pins me against the door in the most arousing way.
“God, what you did to me today,” he mutters against my cheek, lifting my arms high above my head as he presses his raging hard on against my stomach. “And you have got to stop staring at me during class.”
“But I always look at you,” I whisper, breathless.
His eyes are laced with amusement. “That was before I knew what it was like to actually kiss you.” He seals his words against my mouth, softly mirroring our kiss from this afternoon. I go wrap my arms around him, but he stops me, tightly holding them in place above my head and against the cold door. I deepen our kiss with my mouth, shoving my body against his. He pulls back, already gaping for air.
“I know,” I roll my eyes, already breathing heavily too. “This is the last time.”
I involuntarily shove my hips towards his; he smirks as he pushes his right leg between mine. I open my legs automatically, welcoming him, and the contact of his thigh feels so good against my ache. I close my eyes, embracing the sensation, as he then moves his hands from my wrists, lacing his fingers with mine, a perfect fitting puzzle.
“Better make this last one memorable then,” I whisper.
“Was the last one not?” He chuckles, grazing my cheek.
“It was too memorable,” I confess. “That’s the problem.”
“Luci,” he all but licks my lips as he says my name.
I push my mouth back onto his and he returns my kiss with so much passion that I lose my balance. I drop down onto his leg, drunk on him. He rocks me against the door as his lips move to the corners of my mouth; placing light kisses all the way to down to my chin and up to my ear.
“I bet you’re soaked,” he nibbles on my ear lobe and I moan against him.
Soaked? I’m absolutely drenched.
He starts to lightly sway his leg between mine; shoving his stiffness against me while his thigh rubs my mound in an excruciating good way. I can feel my clit practically beating against him.
He returns his mouth to mine and we’re lost, drowning, overwhelmed in each other. He finally lets go of my hands and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. He moves his around my waist and does the same.
We both groan as he picks me up, so I’m straddling his waist. His hands move to my ass, squeezing and knocking me into him.