Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
She wants me.
She wants me to watch her.
I want her.
I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
Because there’s nothing I want more than Bex.
Raising her hands above her head, she inches toward me as she rocks her hips to the now techno beat. My mouth falls open. I can’t believe my eyes. Bex Bryant has transformed into a different girl. She’s confident, more in charge of her body. This isn’t the same girl who fell from the bar. Not even close.
I reach down to fix my growing erection, and her eyes follow my hand. Her expression changes as if she’s hungry and needs me to satisfy her craving. Bex turns around with her back facing me. She rubs her ass on my thigh. As if to intentionally torture me, she takes her time moving her tight ass up and down my leg, making her way closer to my cock.
I’m rock-hard now and definitely going home with blue balls if she keeps this up. But I don’t want her to stop. She leans back, her head on my chest, and peeks up at me without breaking stride. Reaching behind her, she grabs my hip, using me for support as she bends forward. She knows what she’s doing and doesn’t care.
Dropping low, she pushes her ass into me. I take that as an offering and palm her backside with my hands. For a girl who doubted herself about the dance contest, Bex sure has moves. And she sure as hell knows how to work each of her killer curves.
Moving one hand to her bare stomach, the other still on her ass, I bring her back to my height. In these heels, she’s only a few inches shorter than me. She’s so damn tall. I’ve never dated a girl I couldn’t tuck under my arm.
I lean forward to whisper in her ear, and she stills from my breath on her skin. “Keep grinding on my dick like that, and I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Bex tilts her head back so that our eyes meet. Sweat dots her forehead, glistening on her skin. “Stop you from doing what?”
“You know what,” I growl, tracing my fingers over her well-defined ab muscles. “I’m trying to follow the rules.”
“Maybe I want to break them.” I stare at her, confused, and she continues, “Just for tonight.”
Is she serious?
Well, fuck me.
Literally.
Chapter Twelve
PRESTON
After a few more drinks and too much friction from Bex’s tight ass, I can’t take it anymore. I have a hard-on that will not quit. And she knows damn well what she’s doing to me. She can feel my erection digging into her ass.
Surprisingly, she gets even bolder and reaches behind her back, raking her fingers down my chest until she finds my very hard cock. Since the minute I saw Bex, I wanted her. As much as I try to deny it, I’m only lying to myself. I grow even harder for her, filling her hand.
Needing a distraction, I dip down to kiss her neck. She squirms in my arms, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Bex hasn’t told me to stop. She’s pretty much challenging me to break the rules for tonight. I flatten my tongue, running it along her neck, making sure to lick every inch of her skin.
“Make me stop,” I whisper into her ear.
She shakes her head. “Don’t… stop…” Her words come out in ragged breaths.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins. The feeling is better than the high I get from a buzzer-beating breakaway. When I apply more pressure by raking my teeth along her skin, she whimpers. It’s so fucking sexy I could nut in my boxers.
Bex takes my hand, moving it from her hip to her stomach. She keeps going, inviting me to touch her. Her nipples are like daggers poking through her thin spandex top. I twist one of them between my fingers, and she squeals. And I’m dead. Because it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Cupping her chin in my hand, I hold her in place, long enough to plant a trail of kisses along her jaw. She locks onto me knowing this is it. There’s no turning back. Bex nods as if granting me permission. I pull down her bottom lip with my thumb, and she sticks out her tongue. Her wet heat coats my finger, igniting a fire inside me.
I lick my lips. She does the same. And then my lips crash into hers. There’s so much intensity behind the kiss Bex stumbles backward. But I’m there to catch her, pinning her against my chest. With each flick of her tongue, Bex consumes me. She owns me. And I claim her in return.
Our slow exploration of each other’s mouth turns into a heated debate for which of us can have more power over the other. And why am I surprised? Bex isn’t like the girls I normally hook up with. She wants to be in control. She’s used to doing things her way. But she doesn’t realize I’m always in charge.