Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
And my mind soars, thinking of the future and things I shouldn’t.
“You remember?” she says after a pause.
“Of course I remember,” I growl, feeling sick at the thought she could think I’d forget.
“It all happened so fast. Nothing happened, really. And you’ve been away for a year. I thought you might have forgotten.”
“No, Brooke,” I say fiercely. “I’d never forget that.”
The air is still, silent. Almost everybody will be on the other side of the island, getting ready for the beach party.
I’m far too aware of how alone we are…and the fact there are places to hide around here.
They’re not public, exactly, but they’re not private either.
If another man saw my woman doing anything intimate….
What am I thinking? I can’t go there.
“I guess getting drunk and almost kissing your best friend’s daughter is kind of memorable,” she murmurs.
“I wasn’t drunk.”
I didn’t plan on telling her that, but I can’t let her think alcohol had anything to do with how close I came. It was all her, only her.
“Oh,” she says.
“It just came out,” I tell her. “A convenient excuse, I guess you could call it.”
“So why, then?”
It’s the genuine curiosity in her voice that does it, which causes my hands to dart out and loop around her body.
She gasps, and I can hear in the breathy moan that she feels the same as me…she wants the physical closeness, at least.
But she knows we have to stop.
My hands find her hips right away, the sexy fullness of them. I squeeze and pull her right up against me, letting her feel my rock-solid manhood against her belly.
She moans again, her hands hanging at her sides like she’s too shocked to react.
I’d wonder if I made a mistake – if she didn’t really want this. But the way she’s staring up at me.
Her mouth is open a little as though expecting a kiss, and slowly she raises her hands and places them on my shoulders.
I feel her warmth through my shirt, imagining her palm even hotter wrapped around my manhood, imagining her pumping quicker and quicker, getting me ready to fuck our future into her waiting core.
“Why?” I growl. “The question doesn’t make any sense. It should be obvious why I want to kiss you, to be with you. You’re gorgeous, Brooke.”
I try to make myself stop and picture Gil’s face if he ever found out we did something like this.
Right now, we can step away. There hasn’t been too much damage, but it’s still enough.
“Really?” she whispers.
I lean down, knowing I should stop, but I can smell her perfume, or maybe it’s just her. Her breath makes me move closer. I feel like an idiot for thinking that fantasizing about her would be enough.
Her hips feel so full, so mine. When she shifts against me, I can feel her belly grinding against the tip of my cock, making precome leak, and my balls swell.
I’m on the edge, ready to lose control and take her here.
“Really,” I say, my lips getting closer and closer to hers.
We’re staring into each other’s eyes now, our noses just about touching, tickling each other. We pause like this because we’re both aware we need to end this before it begins.
We need to step away.
“I was watching you all night at your party,” I say fiercely, my hands sliding from her hips around to her ass.
Fuck.
There’s no going back, not as I begin to press her juicy ass cheeks together, not as I massage them, indulging my carnal need. She gasps as I squeeze her even firmer, letting her know she belongs to me with touch because it would be craziness to say it aloud.
“You were so fucking hot,” I go on, as our lips get closer, closer….
We could stop. There’s a way to turn back.
“I didn’t think you noticed me,” she murmurs.
“I wanted to kiss you every second of that party,” I growl.
You’re the reason I took a job in Japan.
I don’t share that part. I need to be careful to keep so much of this to myself, not to allow it to spiral from the aching of my heart, soul, desire, whatever-it-is, this throbbing certainty inside of me.
I can’t let it become speech.
“It was so difficult when we were alone. I wanted to kiss you, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d tear off that silky black dress you were wearing and give your body the attention it deserves.”
“Banner,” she whispers, and I brace myself.
We can’t do this. She’s going to say. We have to stop.
“Yes?” I say, voice low.
“I….”
I want you to let me go. We have to forget this ever happened.
“I want to kiss you,” she says. “I’ve been thinking about it for a year even though I know it’s wrong.”
Too late.
I close the tiny distance, our lips meeting.
Her lips taste addictive, our mouths opening, our tongues meeting as we hungrily melt together.