Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I returned my gaze to his erection before I got emotional and closed my lips around his tip. Xavier released a low groan. I took my time exploring him until I figured out what made Xavier moan. Surprisingly I found myself enjoying this more than I’d ever thought possible, and not only because it made me feel desirable and in control. Soon he was panting and making small upwards thrusts into my mouth.
“Evie, you need to pull back if you don’t want to swallow,” Xavier groaned as he rocked his hips upwards with more force.
My brows pulled together in consideration. I hadn’t made up my mind yet if it was something I wanted. Xavier took the choice off my hands and pulled me back. Seconds later he released on his stomach, shuddering and groaning.
I could feel a grin tugging at my mouth, and Xavier shook his head with a low curse. He gripped my arm and pulled me against his side, claiming my mouth. “You’re good at everything you do, aren’t you, Little Miss Perfect.”
I was many things, but little or perfect definitely weren’t among them. “I’m sure there’s still room for improvement. Any tips?”
Xavier chuckled against my mouth, and the look in his eyes was like a hot chocolate after a day in the cold. “The tip is always a good tip.”
I shoved him lightly. “The truth. I can only improve with honest criticism.”
Xavier cleaned his stomach with a tissue before he pulled me half on top of him. His eyes moved down to my breasts that were pushed up against his firm chest then they returned to my face. “This isn’t school, Evie. You don’t have to prove anything. Just be yourself.”
“Am I not always?”
He regarded me quietly for a moment. “Yeah. You are. Nothing fake with you.”
I swallowed, deciding it was time to lighten the mood. “Not even my breasts.”
Of course, it had the desired effect. My breasts were always a good icebreaker with Xavier. His eyes took their time taking in the way my breasts were pushed up, and he grinned. “Your breasts are perfection.”
I wondered what he thought of the rest of my body. Instead of asking I rolled my eyes at him. His expression lit up, and he leaned forward and kissed me. Just kissing. Slow and gentle. There was no urgency in the kiss, no underlying tension. We just kissed, our mouths lightly brushing, tongues exploring, for a long time.
Xavier’s fingers lightly stroked my scalp and I traced my fingertips through his soft chest hair. Eventually, Xavier extinguished the lights, and I drifted off to sleep with my cheek against his chest.
I woke before sunrise, still pressed up against Xavier. It felt like perfection, but how often did perfection really last?
Suddenly I was worried about waking beside him in the morning, about having him wake beside me and not want me here. We hadn’t done the deed but we hadn’t exactly done nothing either.
I wanted to be the one to determine the morning after this time. Untangling myself from Xavier, who rolled over with a soft groan but kept sleeping, I slipped out of the bed and fumbled my way toward the bathroom. I picked up my discarded clothes, quickly got dressed and walked downstairs. My phone showed I’d missed five calls from Fiona and about twenty of her messages.
I should have told her I would stay the night somewhere else, but it had never been the plan, and she would have asked questions I didn’t want to answer yet. Fiona would kill me if she found out I’d returned to Xavier’s bed.
I grabbed my purse, then decided to leave Xavier a note. Problem was I had no clue what to write.
Eventually I settled for:
Thanks for the chips and the beer. It was a perfect date.
I decided against signing. For one, Xavier knew who had written the note, and even my name, and second I wasn’t sure how to end the note. “Love, Evie” was out of the question. If I mentioned the word love around Xavier, he’d be running for the woods.
“Kisses” or “XOXO” might just have the same effect.
I still wasn’t sure how to classify this thing between us. A dating trial run? That option didn’t exist on Facebook.
Checking the calendar, I realized Xavier only had an afternoon workout today, so I’d have enough time to head home, get a couple hours of additional sleep and shower before I had to be back in his apartment to wake him.
Grabbing my purse, I left the note in front of the coffee maker and left.
I entered Fiona and Connor’s house and closed the door silently, not wanting to wake them.
“Where have you been?” came a voice out of the dark.
I cried out, clutching my purse against my chest. “Jesus, Connor, being six foot four and built like a wall, you shouldn’t stalk women in the dark. That might give someone a heart attack one day, or get you thrown into jail.”