Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Elyse pulled away with a gasp, looking around the well-lit parking lot. She wiped her mouth and stepped back from me. “We’re in the middle of town.” Her voice was shaking, and it took a moment for her to look at me.
I wanted to ask her back to my place or for us to go to her place. I wanted her clothes off and my mouth all over her, tasting her sweet release. I knew that she might agree in the heat of the moment but regret it later, and I forced my thoughts to slow down. “I don’t want this night to end.”
“What are you doing to me?” Elyse’s voice was a whisper as she stared hungrily at my mouth.
“The same thing you’re doing to me.” I cupped her face and kissed her tenderly, closing my eyes as she sucked her breath in sharply.
I wasn’t sure how, but we parted ways in that parking lot. We were both desperate for each other, but Elyse was clinging to her evaporating willpower. I knew she wanted to hold on to it if she could and watched as she drove towards her place. I got into my car and drove home hurriedly. My desire for Elyse was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced, and it was going to be the fucking death of me.
I was out of the car and inside my condo in moments, locking the door behind me. It was the same style unit that most of the guys lived in who didn’t have families. It could be luxurious if I decorated it, but I only had a few things scattered around and the bare minimum of dishes and cookware. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and jogged down the hallway towards my spacious bedroom. I stripped and turned the shower on, stepping into the generous space as I leaned my head back.
I was hard and aching as I covered myself with my hand. Elyse did things to me, and I slowly started stroking as I played back the intimate memories I did have of her playing through my mind. I knew her curves by touch and couldn’t wait until she was bare before me and I could claim her. I groaned as I started stroking harder, placing one hand against the shower wall to hold myself steady. I shot all over the shower as my body jerked forward and moaned her name.
Once I regained my strength, I finished my shower. Stepping out, I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I brushed a comb through my hair and stared in the mirror for a moment. I knew that I was a good-looking guy. That was one thing women told me in various ways all the time, usually with the hopes of fucking me. It worked in the past. It could work now, but my cock wanted Elyse. Nobody else would be more than a warm body to come in, and I was beyond that now. I blinked and got ready for bed before dropping to the mattress in my quiet bedroom.
I realized that Elyse had not been here. The room smelled the way that it always did, and I turned on the TV as I thought about her sweet fruity scent. It was faintly tropical and made me want to devour her every time we were together. The idea of the sweetness lingering on my pillows and sheets made me hard again, and I glared at my cock. I found a sitcom on TV and left it there as I scanned my phone. There was a message from Elyse telling me she got home safe, and even though they were just words, I sensed that she wanted to say more to me. I replied and told her to sleep well, adding that I’d be thinking about her until I saw her again. I knew that women loved to hear things like that, and I’d used the technique before.
The difference this time was that I meant every word to Elyse.
Chapter 7
ELYSE
IN THE WEEK THAT Ryder was away playing pre-season games, he gave it his all to get to me with sweet texts. There were even flowers delivered, once to my home and once to the bookstore.
I wanted him more than I think I wanted anything before. I didn’t have a lot to compare it to since my relationships were few and fleeting. I wasn’t big on trust after losing my mom and then watching my father fade away. I would begin to let people in and withdraw once I realized they all knew who I was. They knew what I went through, and I’d give up on being anything more. I also despised pity, and that was all I got from the moment I went back to school. It only varied as I got older and I chose to tell as few people as possible.