The Jock and the Dreamer by Shana Vanterpool

Author:Shana Vanterpool [Vanterpool, Shana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shana Vanterpool
Published: 2018-09-15T23:00:00+00:00

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Esmaie

It was amazing the things our minds suppressed. I hadn’t thought about the corn field in years. Not until I woke up in Wade’s truck and it was the first thing I saw. Suddenly, I was ten-years-old again, and my mother was dragging me deeper and deeper into the maze. She hadn’t said a word, just walked, and walked, even when I tapped her arm and begged her to tell me where we were going. She walked too fast at one point, when it was dark and cold, and I tripped in a hole, and when I looked up she was gone; no matter how hard I screamed she didn’t answer me.

Wade’s kiss soothed my soul, burying my memories where they had been.

I lost my balance and we both fell into the stalks, me on my back and him on top of me. He tasted warm and comforting, encompassing me as he shifted his weight to rest between my legs. His hands cradled my face as he kissed me. It struck me how intense our kiss was. How each time I kissed him harder, he managed to beat me. It was a competition we both wanted to win.

The heat of the sun shone onto us, bathing us in golden warmth. I drug my fingers through his hair as he moved his kiss to the corner of my mouth and then to my jaw, nipping and licking my flesh along the way. I’d never breathed so hard before. It was the loudest thing in the world to me. The huskiness of my passion, of my want. “Wade,” I moaned, staring into the blinding sunlight.

Spots danced in my eyes. He kissed down my neck and between my breasts, leaving me panting when he found my nipple through my shirt. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. So much good, so much heat.

His fingertips dug into my sides. He bit down on my nipple through my shirt, rolling the hard bud between his teeth. The scent of him mixed with the dry corn stalks, filling my lungs as I tried to breathe.

“Stop me,” he groaned, his lips kissing lower, and lower, until he came to my jeans. He rested his chin on my buckle, eyes crystal blue in the sunlight.

“Why would I do that?” I sat up on my elbows and held his face between my hands. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His eyes darkened. With lust or something else, I couldn’t tell. “Neither one of us is ready to have sex yet.”

“Don’t speak for me.” I shoved his face away and sat up, fixing my shirt. “You can have sex with random idiots, but not me?”

His face crumpled, and he put it in his hands before dropping them and facing me. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in a long time. With them, it would have been just sex. It won’t be that way with you. I haven’t made love to another woman before, Esmaie.” His voice wobbled. “Please understand that.

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