Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
The door flew open.
My cousin Dan stumbled in with some woman I didn't recognize, both of them laughing and kissing and fumbling at each other's clothes like they were the only people in the world. Mia and I froze, caught like deer in headlights.
We were too far from the door to slip out unnoticed—Dan and his date were practically blocking the exit, too caught up in each other to notice us yet. But they would any second, and then this would become the most awkward family story that would get retold at every gathering for the next fifty years.
Mia's eyes went wide with panic as she looked around desperately for an escape route. Then her gaze landed on the corner mirror that we’d just been looking in. It didn't sit quite flush against the wall, leaving a narrow triangular space behind it.
Before I could process what was happening, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward it. She slipped into the space first, vanishing completely behind the angled mirror. I followed without thinking, which turned out to be a mistake.
I had to turn sideways to squeeze into the gap, and for one mortifying second, my hips got completely stuck.
"I think I just crushed something vital," I whispered with strained urgency, trying not to grunt with the effort of forcing myself into a space clearly not designed for someone my size.
I heard Mia bite back a laugh, and then she was grabbing my shirt and pulling me tight against her to hide the tail of my tux that was sticking out from behind the mirror.
Suddenly we were pressed together, her back wedged into the corner, my chest against hers. I had to brace my arms on either side of her to keep from crushing her completely, but there was still no space between us. We were completely entangled, every line of her body flush against mine.
And in this awkward position, we could hear everything. Dan and his date were going at it with the enthusiasm of teenagers and the volume to match.
Mia turned bright red and pressed her hands over her ears. I lowered my forehead to hers, trying to offer some kind of comfort in our ridiculous situation. I knew she must be embarrassed by all of this, but I didn’t regret the way her gorgeous body pressed against me.
After a moment, she removed her hands from her ears and wrapped her arms around me instead. I held her tightly, and we leaned against each other, pretending not to hear what was happening a few feet away.
But having Mia pressed up against me, feeling every curve of her body through that thin silk dress, was having a very predictable effect. I tried desperately to think about anything else—baseball statistics, an upcoming exam, my grandmother's bridge club—but it was no use.
Mia shifted slightly, trying to make more room in our cramped hiding space. Her hips brushed mine, and she flinched.
Fuck. She’d felt my erection.
Her breath caught, and she stilled. Would she pretend she didn’t know? Then she stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. "Is hearing them really that much of a turn-on?"
The question shocked me so much I almost forgot to keep my voice down. "What? No, god no," I whispered back urgently. "It's because I’m this close to you."
Her jaw dropped, and she looked away. After that, she tried to give me some space, twisting and turning in our tiny hiding spot, but every movement just made things worse.
"All that wiggling?” My voice was strained. “Not helping."
"I thought maybe if I just twist a little, I could give you some space," she whispered back, sounding flustered.
But there was no space. Our bodies were crushed together with the hard bulge in between them.
“Shit, this is embarrassing.” I felt like a teen, unable to control himself.
Mia caught my hand in hers and tugged on it, sliding it up between our bodies.
‘What are you doing?” I whispered, shocked.
Then my hand was on her breast, something I’d never have dared this early in a potential relationship, but I hadn’t done it. She had.
“I’m showing you that I’m turned on by you, too.”
Her voice was a soft caress against my ear and I realized I could feel her hard nipple through the soft fabric of her dress.
I groaned, unable to keep from squeezing her firm flesh. Her breast fit perfectly in my palm, and it felt fucking amazing. She inhaled sharply, her eyes meeting mine. Then suddenly we were kissing.
The kiss was slow, warm, unhurried despite the crazy circumstances. It excited me, but it also centered me. I no longer heard Dan. I wasn’t thinking about college or my family. She felt so damn good pressed against me, and I slid a hand around her back, pulling her even closer.
She moaned, and I pushed my leg between hers, leaving her no doubt that she was the one turning me on—and that I was hard as a rock.