Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I tear my lips away before I fuck her with the door still open, where anyone can hear or look in. I lead her to my room instead and kick the door shut, then walk her to the end of the bed.
“Why are you here? Can’t you just use your words?” she mutters.
“No need for manners, babe. They won’t help us now. Everything I want to do to you right now is as uncivil as it gets. Put your hands on the bed.”
I barely sound human, growling these words, a prisoner to my own insane urges.
“Can we stop with the head games and talk?” Her big brown eyes twinkle as she shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can take this. This hot and cold, on-again, off-again crap.”
I frown.
Guess our last talk by the pool did more damage than I realized.
Pangs of regret knife through me.
I almost apologize.
I almost come back to my senses.
I almost set her free from the carnage I’m going to unleash on her life.
If only it weren’t against my nature, humbling myself with words.
Better she find out how sorry and conflicted I am when I’m balls deep in her, curling her toes.
She’ll understand then I never meant to hurt her.
Never meant to blow us up.
Never meant to drag this out till it’s becoming a reckless addiction I just can’t quit.
Cannot.
Heaving out a breath, I reach out and cradle her baffled face in my hands.
My mouth finds hers.
I lead her tongue in a whirlwind, stealing every whimper from her lungs, greedily taking all the sweetness she has for me.
“Christopher...what are you doing?”
The hairs on my arms bristle when she says my full name.
Fuck.
When I hear it from Ma, it’s like a curse, knowing she’s the one who named me.
On Delia’s lips, that damnation becomes divine.
“Love isn’t meant to be easy, princess.” Her eyes light up when she hears the L word. I don’t give a shit, there’s no more hiding it now. “We’re going through a rough patch. Blurring lines. Only one way I know to work through it is this.”
“Love? Is that what this is? And you think sex can fix it?” she whispers, so unsure, like I’ve said the right thing but she doesn’t believe it.
“You’d be surprised. I couldn’t leave you hurting and wondering, thinking I don’t care,” I say, huffing out a breath.
I care too fucking much and that’s the entire problem, I want to say, but I don’t.
She stares at me, trying to decipher what I really mean.
“What do you want? Just say it,” she demands, her delicate fingers slowly skimming up my arm.
Goddamn, she really wants to know?
I’ll show her.
She has to know I’m in the grip of total insanity.
So I reach under her sundress, find her panties, and rip them straight down her legs.
“What do I always want, Miss Delia?” I rumble, inhaling her wet scent that has me in thrall.
She moans as the fabric snaps around her smooth calves. I lift her feet one at a time, helping her out of her panties.
“Also, you didn’t answer me,” I growl, moving one hand to her breast while my fingers sink into her. Shit, she’s even wetter than I thought, and my cock jerks when I feel how ready she is. “How much do you think my cock cares about speaking in code, this soap opera shit? You think that fight we had matters when I’m hard as a brick, and you’re leaking all over my hand?”
“I don’t...I don’t—”
Know?
No, she fucking doesn’t.
And I’m not interested in saying more that can’t be said with our bodies. It seems like the only way to sort out what I really think and feel.
I don’t kiss and make up.
I don’t fall in love.
I don’t get my head screwed up by girls I’m not supposed to be railing in the first place.
Except I’m doing all those things right now.
I crossed the goddamned Rubicon the first time I fucked her and apparently I can’t stop, no matter how much it’s bound to hurt like a motherfucker when summer runs out and hard reality drags us apart for good.
Why should I do it prematurely, though?
The fact that I’m this indecisive, a mess of second-guesses, screams the effect she has on me.
Honestly, I don’t know who the fuck I am anymore unless I’m buried in Delia.
My thumb circles her clit, rendering her speechless, pushing her full, bare ass into the ridge under my jeans.
I’m about to explode instantly.
Amazing.
By now I should’ve fucked the urge to come every time our skin touches out of my system, but it seems like it’s just getting worse.
I don’t understand, and it pisses me off.
I don’t get why I can’t just do what I came here for and shut this madness down.
Still, I take her to the edge with my fingers, looting her hot cunt while my thumb works her clit, eager to feel her convulse on my hand.