Shameless (White Lies Duet #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: White Lies Duet Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
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Those words had jolted me, and I cupped her head and pulled her to me. “What did you say?” I’d demanded, but I didn’t give her time to reply. “That came from someplace I’d most likely name as Macom,” I’d said of her ex, whom I already knew used sex as a weapon against her. “I’m not him,” I’d continued. “And we are more than the sum of how many times we manage to fuck each other. And for the record. To repeat what I’ve already said. I don’t want anyone else.”

Her lashes lowered. “I think that was possibly the most perfect thing you could say to me right now.”

And in that moment, I’d remembered her comment about Macom competing with her, and I’d decided that Faith thinks her success comes with punishment. A problem I needed to fix. I need to fix. I had intentionally put her to bed without touching her. I come back to the present, to her mouth on my cock, pleasure with every stroke, pump, and lick, and I am so damn hard and close to release. I want it. Holy hell, I want it so fucking badly, and I have no doubt that she would take me to absolute completion and rock my world. But this—what we are doing right now, and why we are doing it—is exactly what I didn’t want tonight to be for her or us.

Suddenly, my orgasm doesn’t matter, no matter how close I am to heaven or, sweet Jesus, how damn good it would be. “Faith,” I say, and despite my determination and intention to end this, her name comes out a pained near-growl. “Stop.” I slip my fingers from her hair and cup the sides of her head. “Stop, Faith. Sweetheart. Stop.” She stills, as if the words and my touch finally penetrate her brain, and pulls her mouth slowly back until it’s no longer on my cock. But her hand still grips my erection, and I swear just the idea of removing it is torture.

Confusion flits across her beautiful, desire-laden expression, and I pull her to her feet and to me, my hand at the back of her head. “I’ve decided that your mouth on my cock is the best thing in this world, outside of my mouth on you while you come for me and because of me.”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“Because you were on your knees for all the wrong reasons, sweetheart. I don’t need this to be with you, and that’s what you thought, wasn’t it?”

“You needed something. You were watching me.”

“And wondering how the hell it felt so fucking good just to watch you,” I say, relieved to speak the truth—and it is the truth. “Like I said. We are not the sum of how many times or ways we fuck, and that’s new territory for me. I’m trying to figure it out.”

“I’m trying to figure all this out, too,” she confesses.

“Does that mean you like being in my bed?”

“I like many things about you, Nick Rogers, that I didn’t expect to like, but yes. I do.”

“We’ll figure it out together,” I promise, scooping her up in my arms, her gorgeous, naked body pressed to mine. She is so tiny, and yet she’s seized my world in gigantic proportions, in ways I never thought any woman capable.

I stop at the side of the bed, setting her down on the mattress, and to ensure my control stays firmly intact, I adjust my cock back inside my pants. And I did so just in time, considering she’s now scooted across the bed, then rolled to her side to prop up on one elbow. Her breasts are displayed; the curve of her waist, the rise of her hip are sexy as hell, and I’m hard as nails all over again. I toe off my shoes and slide into bed with her, pulling the covers over us, and before she can protest, I’m turning her back to my front and pulling her close. And just the feel of her next to me, the sweet amber scent of her, consumes my senses, in every right way. The truth is this woman is everything I’ve known right in this world.

“Nick,” she says softly.

“Yes, Faith?”

“Why are you not naked with me?”

“If I do that, I’ll end up inside you.”

“And that’s bad why?”

“Because,” I say. “Tonight, I really want you to know that I see the beautiful, talented part of you, not just your body.”

She gives an insistent tug and twist, rotating to face me, her fingers curling on my chest. “If there is anyone in my life who I believe sees beyond the surface, it’s you.”

“And yet you thought I was upset because we didn’t fuck tonight,” I say. “Which means you don’t trust me, or us, yet.”

“It’s not about you,” she says, “or us. It’s about my own baggage that I wish didn’t exist.” She touches my cheek. “But whatever the case, I don’t need a knight in shining armor.”



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