Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
I hear the door click shut behind me, so I look over my shoulder. Derek is leaning against the door, hand still on the knob, eyes on me, and he’s sucking on his bottom lip.
As he releases his lip, he releases the doorknob too before reaching out and grabbing my hand. He tugs, pulling me to his body.
My eyes bulge as I absorb his body heat.
“Give me permission to make your fantasies come true,” he requests gruffly, looking down into my eyes.
I blink twice. “Fantasies?”
His hand slides across my jaw, his thumb grazing my cheekbone. “You could tell me what you want tonight or…” He pauses both in motion and in talking and smiles, “you can leave it to me and fulfill my fantasies instead. Choice is yours. Tell me which way you want it.”
My stunned silence lasts what feels like a long minute before his other hand snakes down and he grips my behind as he pulls me tight to his body, his erection pressing against my stomach.
“Maybe we oughta talk. I should tell you that I don’t usually–”
His hand on my jaw moves to cup my mouth, stopping me from speaking.
And while my heart skips three beats, my panties are flooded.
“Do you feel how much I want you?” he asks, placing my hand on his erection.
My eyes take in his face, the dark and carnal expression in his eyes. And with where my hand is, what I feel there, the thrill racing through me is something new, something potent.
I feel strange. Foreign. Alive. I haven’t felt this level of alive before. Because it’s supposed to be forbidden, maybe? I shove that thought away. Because I have an actual license to do this tonight.
“Your fantasies or mine?” the gorgeous man who wants me asks, keeping one hand firmly on mine while flexing his hips. “That’s all we need to discuss right now. Be in this moment with me Chloe. Here. Now. Everything else can wait. What do you want? What you want or what I want? Whose fantasies? The choice is yours.”
He moves his hand away from my mouth.
I swallow and say something I’ve never dreamed I’d ever get to actually say out loud.
“Do I get a safe word if I pick your fantasies?”
His eyes light up and he grabs my jaw with both hands, mouth descending on mine.
Electricity races through my veins as he kisses me hungrily. And I show my hunger, too. Starving. Fucking starving like he would not believe.
Months of pent-up sexual frustration are unbridled. Maybe even years of it. While he’s kissing me, I pull his leather jacket off and toss it, then my hands dive under the back of his soft Henley and the feel of his muscular, hot back nearly undoes me. I might come before he even gets me undressed.
The shirt goes up over his head with both of our help and he tosses it as I reach for his belt, getting it undone as he kicks off his shoes. He’s lifting me at my waist. My legs wrap around him and we’re going right, down a hall with a few closed doors, through the open one that’s got a light on. Our eyes are locked the entire short journey until I’m put down on the black, white, and silver comforter.
We lose eye contact as he pulls my slip-on sneakers off and then his eyes are locked with mine again as he climbs up to hover over me. As soon as he’s within reach, I’m grabbing for his jaw with both hands, so that he’ll kiss me again, so that I can kiss him back while feeling his weight on top of me, pressing me to his bed.
A hundred thoughts flutter through my mind. None of them are stop signs or red lights. Everything is green. Everything in me says yes. No, shouts it. Yes!
This sexy man wants me. This incredibly attractive man is a hundred per cent focused on me right now. And it feels exhilarating.
“Mine? My fantasies? Wanna ask you once more. Be sure.” He asks this against my lips while undoing my fly with his right hand.
My fantasies or his? I’m beyond interested in knowing what his are. And maybe that’s dangerous given that I don’t know him, but I’m in the moment.
“Yes, your fantasies, Derek,” I say while nodding enthusiastically.
He groans with what looks like supreme pleasure. “I was hoping you’d pick this option.”
“Do I need a safe word?” I ask again.
He caresses my face gently, with what feels like affection in his expression. “No, my little bunny rabbit. I’ll keep you safe at all costs.” He drops a kiss on my mouth, then adds, “Guess what?”
“What?” I whisper breathlessly. My chest heaves up and down like I’ve run a marathon. My panties are drenched. I’m about ready to come out of my skin, I’m that turned on.