Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
As steam rose up from the bubble bath, more and more snowflakes began to fall outside.
“How did we end up here?” I asked wistfully, barely able to process my thoughts. “In a tub together, even though we hate each other?”
He hummed.
“Emmett. You wanted to fuck me from the moment you met me.”
I paused, turning to him.
What the hell had he just said?
“No, I did not.”
Storm just sank back in the tub, bubbles surrounding him as he confidently held my gaze. “You’ve always wanted me.”
“I wanted to punch you in the face, the first few times I met you.”
Something glimmered in his eyes. “Yeah. You did. But you also wanted your cock inside me.”
My cock throbbed now hearing him say it. Goddamn, where did he get the cocky bravado to say things like that to me? There was no one else like him. Not that I’d ever known.
“You have a perfect body,” I said. “I… noticed it, but even if I’d wanted to fuck you, it wouldn’t have mattered. I knew it would never happen.”
“But now look at us,” Storm said, echoing what I’d said before. “Do you think about being inside me? Do you think about me being inside you?”
My cock ached as I puffed out a shallow breath.
Both.
Both. A lot of both.
“I like giving just as much as I like to take,” I said. “But you’re not ready for either one of those.”
The snowflakes outside were falling much more rapidly now, swirling through the air. Hot condensation was forming on the windows, and I felt like I was burning up inside when Storm looked at me.
“I think we both know that’s a lie,” Storm murmured.
My heart slammed in my chest. “You think you could handle it?”
“You already know how hard I came when I was looking at you,” he said. “Imagine how hard I’ll come when I’m inside you.”
My eyelids dropped as heat flooded through my body.
He slid over even closer to me in the tub, leaning against me and moving his lips close to my ear. For a moment I swore he was about to try and flip me over right then and there and try to fuck me in the bath, but instead he just leaned in, gently sucking at my earlobe.
“Storm,” I said, hating how the broken sound of my voice gave away just how much I enjoyed his tongue.
“You know, there’s something me and my teammates say during football games, sometimes,” he murmured. The sound of his low voice near my ear was so good he may as well have been reading a damn tax return because I would definitely still get turned on by it.
“Mhm,” I hummed.
All I wanted was for him to keep doing whatever he was doing.
Desperately.
And I was pretty sure I didn’t care what that might mean, anymore.
“We say that when you’re defending, you can’t tell what the other guy is thinking until you’re close to him. When he’s moving. Then you can see it all in his body language.”
He kissed and nipped against the edge of my ear and every cell in my body just wanted more.
“Right. Body language,” I managed to say.
“I can sense it, when I’m near you,” he murmured.
“Sense what?”
“What you want.”
I breathed out slowly as he kissed the side of my neck. He leaned back, looking me in the eye again.
“You think you know me that well already, huh?” I asked.
“I have a lot to learn about you,” he said. “But there are some things I think we already know about each other. Absolutely.”
He ran his thumb across my lower lip and I let my tongue slide out against the tip of it.
“And I’m kind of easy to read, I guess,” I said, already knowing the answer was a resounding yes.
His eyes were a whole world unto themselves. Blue and grey and reflecting the swirling snow outside.
I was in his trance, looking in his eyes.
He may as well have had me pinned up right against a fucking wall.
“I think you love it when we’re together like this,” he said, dropping his voice low as he ran his hand behind my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
I swallowed hard. I knew that I wanted him with every bone in my body.
“You can’t tell me what to say,” I teased him.
“Yes I can.”
The hint of a smile played at his lips and I knew he knew I was like his puppet on a damn string.
“I like it when we’re together,” I finally said, giving in.
His other hand slid down my chest and down below the water toward my stomach, and then down lower, gripping my very hard cock.
“You fucking love it.”
I moaned because I couldn’t help it anymore. “I love it when we’re together like this. I love every second of it.”