Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
“Like I’m going to let another man take what I want for myself,” he growls, and his face is intense, full of hunger. Then, his lips are on mine with a bruising force and I can do nothing but moan, wrap my legs and arms around him and take his kiss.
Because I want it.
Because I need it.
Because his words might be a line, but it’s a damn good line.
twelve
gavin
My friend Titan always told me that he’d know he was in deep shit with a woman when the thought of her with another man, gutted him. Titan was a player—still is—and I always thought he was full of shit. Not anymore.
Listening to Casey describe her life and fully expecting the man in the story to be someone besides me releases something elemental in me. Something that I truly didn’t know I possessed. Until her I would have sworn I didn’t have a jealous bone in my body.
I’m in deep with Casey.
I freely admit and I’m not running away. I’m running only to one place.
Straight to her.
I possess her mouth. It’s a bruising kiss, meant to show her that I’m the only man she’ll ever want or need. The only man she’ll ever have. Her legs wrap around my hips and her fingers bite into my shoulders as she holds onto me. It quickly gets out of hand, but I have no urge to slow things down. I need her and what’s more, I need her to submit to me.
I bring my hand up to her neck, pulling away from her mouth reluctantly, staring into her eyes. Then, because I’m unable to resist, I kiss her mouth again. This kiss is different. It’s gentle, sweet and slow as I savor her. I hear a small moan escape from her as she runs her tongue along my bottom lip.
“You really know how to kiss Gavin,” she whispers and I find myself smiling. That’s only one of the things that is new with Casey. She makes this…fun. It’s not solely about the sex and the orgasm. It’s about being near her.
Her.
It’s about her.
“Casey,” I whisper. “You’re like a damn drug and I’m getting addicted to you.”
I move my lips down her neck, letting my tongue slide against the indention of her collarbone. I kiss the skin, my teeth raking and teasing her, while I bring my hand down to cup her breast.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she says her breath coming out in ragged puffs of air.
“I think it’s the best one I’ve ever had,” I respond, letting my thumb swipe across her bikini top, toying with her nipple that is trying to push through the wet fabric. “How do you feel about having sex in a pool, Moth-girl?” I ask her right before I push her top up revealing her breasts.
“I’ve never done it, but I’m not sure we should.”
“So I’ll be your first,” I murmur, leaning in to run my tongue across her nipple.
“Oh…” she gasps as I suck the hardened peak into my mouth. Her fingers curl into the back of my neck, pulling me into her. “This is not smart,” she moans when I move one of my hands down, hooking it into the bottom of her bikini. I get the feeling she’s talking to herself and for some reason that makes me smile—another sign that Casey makes sex fun and different.
I pull her bikini bottom down, mourning the fact her legs are no longer wrapped around me. I can feel her body shudder even through the water. Once I’ve done all I can achieve here, I bring my hand back to her neck, caressing her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her gently. Her eyes open wide with surprise and maybe a touch of…anger?
“Where are you—”
The rest of her question is muffled as I slide under the water. We’re not to the deep end of the pool yet. I can rest on my knees as I do what needs to be done—and this definitely needs done.
Casey is beautiful, but her body is distorted from my vision. I vow I’ll spend hours loving her after this, memorizing every inch of her. I quickly pull her bikini down and circle her ankles, lifting her feet and helping her to step out of it. I’ve never noticed any other woman like I have Casey, but even under the water I know that her ankles are even pretty. Delicate, small enough that my hand circles around them easily, swallowing them, and I kiss them, because I have no choice. I want to kiss every inch of her. Despite needing air, I continue kissing up her legs, rewarded when I feel her hands reach under the water and hold onto my shoulders. I can’t resist placing a gentle kiss at the very center of her. Her pussy is smooth…and mine. I can’t force myself to pull away without kissing it again.