Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
The next few seconds pass in slow-mo. Our lids drift shut—his first, then mine—and only then do I tease the seam of his mouth with my tongue. That’s when the spark bursts into an explosion. That’s when he closes his fist around my heart. That’s when the protective dam inside me splits wide open and lets him in.
His mouth opens under mine, and our tongues come together like desperate lovers. Before long I’m whimpering, moaning, unable to get enough of his kiss, of his taste, of the way he groans in the back of his throat.
As if he’ll die if we stop kissing.
He winds an arm around me, ensnaring me inside the cage of his embrace, and moans into my mouth. And I surrender everything that I am, lose the last bits of myself with every sweep of his tongue against mine. I grip his hair as our mouths fight for power, tongues thrashing. Dueling. Mating.
Holding me by the waist, he controls the rhythm of my hips as I slide up and down his shaft, slick with the desire roaring through me. I can’t control it any more than I can control how I feel about him.
As he inches back, he catches my lower lip between his teeth before breaking our kiss, and I watch in awe as he rests his head against the tub, his mouth a tight line that smothers a moan, his eyes squeezed shut as if he’s in agony.
I’ve never wanted anyone so much, have never let pure instinct guide me as I do now. Pushing to my knees, I fit my entrance over the crown of his cock and begin to inch down his shaft. I’ve barely taken in the tip, but the pain is making me dizzy.
“Fucking hell, Sadie. Are you trying to tempt me to death?”
Biting my lip, I shake my head.
The pads of his fingers press into my skin as he holds me still. “God, don’t move.”
His words accomplish the opposite, and I push off his chest and launch myself out of the tub before I embarrass myself more. As I pull a towel off the rack and wrap the fluffy terry cotton around my shaking body, I sense the onset of tears. They’re going to burn something fierce.
Just as his rejection is.
Water sloshes, and he steps out of the tub before winding his arms around me.
“Sadie, don’t.”
“Don’t, what? Everything’s fine.”
“You’re a shitty liar.”
I close my eyes and slump against him. He knows me too well—better than my own family does. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I…”
“Why you tried to fuck me in the tub?”
I struggle to free myself from his embrace and turn to face him, tears be damned. “It was stupid. One minute we’re kissing, and the next—”
We’re kissing.
Just like that, his mouth shuts me up. He thrusts his tongue inside, again and again until I’m dizzy and breathless. Then, as abruptly as it happened, it ends.
Ash cradles my face between his large hands. “I’m not rejecting you.” He pauses, his bright eyes so full of passion that I lose my breath. “When I get inside of you for the first time, it’ll be because you’re ready.” He leans down, an inch from my lips. “It’ll happen because you can’t stand the thought of it not happening.”
He’s not talking in ifs. His when is spoken in a tone of certainty.
I feel that same certainty sharpen inside my soul, and I know without a doubt that I want Ashton to be my first. “I want it to be you.”
“It will be me, but we’re not rushing this. I don’t want any regrets between us.”
“Me either.”
He hesitates. “I don’t want a one-time thing, Sadie.”
“What are you saying?”
He slants an eyebrow. “I think you know what I’m saying.”
“Spell it out for me, Ash.”
“I want you.”
“I’m giving you me. You’re going to have a part of me that no one else will ever have.”
“I’m not just talking about your body. I want you…” He places a hand over my rapid heartbeat. “I want your goddamn heart.”
Ducking out of his arms, I seek escape in the bedroom, but he’s right on my heels, tugging at my towel until it slides from my body. I turn and glare at him, hands covering my breasts.
His blue eyes are full of turbulence as he drops the towel he stole from me onto the floor with a deliberate motion I can’t ignore. Unashamed, he stands in front of me, completely naked.
“Don’t hide your tits from me. You’ve got nothing underneath those hands I haven’t seen.” He pauses, taking a step toward me. “Touched and tasted.” Two more steps brings him within arm’s reach. “Come to bed with me. We’ll order room service and neck all night.”
As I lower my hands, I can’t help but laugh. “I thought you said we weren’t in high school anymore.”