Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
That wipes the smile off his face. Quietly, he says, “That’s not what I meant.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not sleeping with Jet, or in any way romantically involved with Jet, so if that was your hesitation…”
He doesn’t say anything, but he slowly releases my wrist.
I take that to mean he wants me to continue undressing, so I push down my pajama bottoms and drag them off. I don’t want to lose them in the bedding, so I toss them on the floor beside the bed.
Once they’re in a heap on the floor, I reach for the waistband of my panties, but Milo stops me again.
I raise my gaze to his, questioning.
“Have you ever had sex before, Kennedy?” he asks seriously.
Too seriously. It makes my stomach feel wonky. I swallow, then shake my head. “No. You’ll be my first.”
Some part of me hoped he would take that as a good thing, that maybe he’d be happy no one but him has ever managed to get between my thighs.
Instead of being pleased, though, he mutters, “Christ.”
It doesn’t sound like a good Christ.
My stomach sinks more. “Is that bad?”
“No,” he says, taking my hand and prying my fingers out of my panties. “Leave these on.”
The rejection stings. I didn’t even come here wanting sex, but I was willing to do it, and now he doesn’t want me because I’m a virgin?
What an asshole.
A pit opens up in my stomach. I feel terrible. I’d leave, but I don’t have anywhere to go, so instead I just tug my hand free from his grasp and roll over so my back is to him.
“Kennedy…”
“It’s fine. I know this might be hard to believe, but I didn’t come here to fuck you.”
I hear the bedding rustle, feel him draw nearer. I want to cling to my anger because I definitely still feel it, but then he pulls my hair away from my neck and leans in to place a soft kiss there.
My grip on my anger weakens as goosebumps rise all over my body.
He kisses me there again, then again. He kisses me like a lover, hungry and tender.
Oh god, that feels like heaven.
“You don’t have to be defensive,” he says gently. “I didn’t mean it the way you took it. I would very much like to spread these lovely thighs,” he says, one hand sliding down the outside of my thigh, then moving inward, his fingertips brushing my pussy just enough to send a thrill of arousal straight through me. “And sink my dick deep, deep inside that beautiful pussy. But when I opened my door tonight, you very specifically said you didn’t come here for sex.” He slides his hand higher, splaying it over my tummy, then sliding it up under my shirt so he can cup my bare breasts in his big palm. “And I believe you meant that. If you let me fuck you right now, I can’t shake the certainty that some part of it is because I made you a sandwich, and that’s just not a good reason to give your virginity away.”
“It’s not just the sandwich,” I murmur, giving up the last of my angry position and rolling over so I’m more physically receptive to his embrace.
His hand slides across to my other tit and he palms it, sucking the breath right from my lungs. His rough fingertip grazes my nipple, and arousal ricochets around my insides.
He’s playful now that I’m not mad. “I’m sorry. And a water.”
If I didn’t feel so vulnerable, I’d tease him back, but I’ve been through so much tonight, I don’t have it in me to bounce back like I normally do.
“You can fuck me, Milo,” I say seriously, wanting it more with every touch of his hand. “It’s not because you fed me. You don’t have to think that.”
“But I do.” To take the sting out of the fact that he continues to reject me, he pushes up my T-shirt and bends to kiss his way across my tits. They thrill at having his attention. He stops at each tight peak, teasing my nipples with his tongue and sending bolts of arousal through my writhing, needy body.
“Milo, please,” I say, wrapping my arms around his beautiful body, my fingers resting against his muscular back. It’s mean to make me want him all the while telling me he’s not going to fuck me.
He takes his fill of kissing and caressing my boobs. He even drops a little lower and kisses his way down my stomach, kissing every few inches like my whole body is sacred and precious to him.
But just when I’m hoping he’ll move even lower and tease my pussy with his skillful tongue like he did that night over the summer, he stops altogether, lowering my shirt and straightening it.
He keeps a hand pressed against my bare stomach beneath the shirt, but then he settles back into his spot on the bed with me pulled close.