Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Denver gets his shirt off and then comes straight back to kissing me, but when I reach for the button on his pants, he steps away again. “Wait, wait, wait.”
His lips are puffy and swollen, his chest rising and falling heavily, and I can’t help running my gaze over his naked torso.
“What’s wrong?”
“I got to come home early so I could ask you about making another appearance at the live finale. I told them I’d have to ask in person because you can’t say no to this face.” He pouts.
He’s definitely right about that, but I’m not sure if I want to do the finale. I did the home visit filming fine, but I really think I have developed a mild case of stage fright in the time I was gone.
“They want us to sing ‘More Than Words’ again because they’re gagging over what we did while they were shooting here.”
“When’s the finale happening?”
“Eight weeks from the last day of filming, which is next Friday.”
“Hmm, can I think about it?”
A frown line appears above his brow. “What do you need to think about?”
“Well, it’s live, right? That’s daunting. They can’t edit when I swear.”
“It’s just been too long since you’ve been onstage in a live setting. I guarantee once you’re out there, the old you will come out.”
“Maybe.” I’m not as confident as he is.
Denver’s eyes catch on the coffee table where I’ve scribbled some lyrics. “Oh, you’ve been writing?”
Shit. The last few days I’ve stashed my stuff away before Denver’s gotten home.
“It’s nothing. Just … trying to find my muse.” I take the papers and shove them in the drawer of the coffee table. “How did you get out of filming to come home early? Are they going to CGI you onto the judging panel?”
“Nah, it’s cut day. I told them if they want me to ask you, they have to film my team first.”
“Oh, who’d they cut?”
Denver scoffs. “Cece and Declan.”
“Noooo. Cece was so good.”
“I know.” He sounds so defeated.
“Come here.” I reach for his hand and pull him against me. “Where were we?”
A small smile breaks through on Denver’s face. “I was trying to convince you to say yes to being on the show again.”
“Mm, that’s right.” I lean in and kiss his cheek. “How were you planning on doing that?” I move to the other side and kiss his other cheek. Then I move my mouth closer to his but stop shy of pressing our lips together.
“I could get on my knees for you,” he rumbles.
“Definite possibility.”
“Or … I could do something else?” He pulls back the tiniest bit to look me in the eye. “Is there something you were thinking of?”
I shrug. “I don’t really care. I just want to be with you.”
“Want to watch a movie and cuddle on the couch?”
“Not really what I was thinking, but I’m good with that too.”
Denver throws himself on the couch but then opens his arms. “Cuddle first. Then embarrassing sex talk.”
“Embarrassing sex talk?” I lie down next to him, pressing our bodies together on our sides. Whatever he’s going to say next has my stomach fluttering in anticipation. Or is it dread?
Denver traces over the curve of my cheek with his finger, stroking my beard. My eyes flutter shut at the touch, and then he leans in and kisses the tip of my nose.
The soft humming sound of contentment that leaves his lips makes my heart feel full.
“Umm, the sex … stuff,” Denver says.
Oh, shit. He’s going to tell me I’m terrible at it. Or that he expects me to return the favor and get on my knees. Not that I’m opposed. Just nervous.
“Is that what we’re calling jizz these days? Sex stuff? Give me all your sex stuff.” I have to joke about this because I’m worried about saying the wrong thing. My mouth scrambles to explain. “I want … I want to make you feel good, but being with a guy is still weird for me. Even though it’s you, and I’m comfortable with you, but, uh, yeah. I don’t know what I’m saying. I want to do more stuff, and I want to explore, but also? I’m terrified I won’t like it. Or I’ll be bad at it. What if I bite your dick off while trying to suck it?”
“Okay, maybe we put that one on the list of things not to do for a while because I kind of like my dick attached to me.”
“But you go down on me, and—”
Denver cuts me off with a kiss. “You know why I do it? Because I like it. Because it makes me feel amazing, and I like seeing you come. I like being the one who does it. I don’t do it because I expect it in return, and I’m not expecting you to ever do something you don’t like or you don’t want to do. I wanted to talk to you because I think I’m ready for more. Like I want you to fuck me.”