Chronicles of a Serial Dater - Book 2: A New Adult Romantic Comedy Read Online Free
Author: Adele Huxley, Savan Robbins
the right decision. And if the hard bulge against my hip was a sign of things to come, bring it on!
We broke apart as we reached the floor, my heart racing as he led me to the door of his apartment. Compared my cramped two-bed, this place was palatial. We stepped into a sprawling open plan kitchen and living room, the recessed lighting flicking on overhead.
“Can I get you a drink?”
I nodded, trying not to gape at the apartment. “What did you say you do again?”
He laughed appreciatively. “Finance stuff. Boring but pays well,” he called out from the kitchen. I mean, come on. He had a separate room just for his kitchen. That alone bumps you up a few pegs in Manhattan. “I work so hard during the week, I want to enjoy myself during my free time.”
I turned and watched him walk towards me with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Paint a picture of a guy you’d want to take to bed and this was Forrest for me. Tall, handsome in an unconventional way, funny, and so sure of himself I felt like I could…
“Right, yeah, totally,” I coughed, taking the drink from him to stop my train of thought.
He gestured to the designer sofa. We sat close but not enough to touch, but the fire he’d kindled in the elevator still burned just under the surface. I watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he took a sip and set the glass on the table. We made idle chit-chat, neither of us really committing much to the verbal conversation. But holy hell, the things we were communicating with our bodies.
Forrest leaned forward and pushed his elbow up on the back of the sofa, holding his head at the temple as he listened to me intently. I caught myself twirling my hair as I spoke. Each movement and gesture screamed FUCK ME, but we clung to the control.
I realized this was part of the foreplay. This wasn’t drunken fumbling in a single-bed dorm. This wasn’t instant gratification. This was adult, mature, and so much better than what I’d had with Kevin. It actually left me feeling empowered and sexy, like I was a seductress.
His fingers grazed my bare knee. I pushed into his touch. He brushed my hair behind my ear and our eyes locked. He trailed down the side of my jaw and gently held my chin as he kissed me, softly this time. The hunger was there but leashed, restrained. The kiss built and built, the heat rising as our tongues danced. When I threaded my fingers through his hair at the back of his head, a groan rumbled in this throat.
Forrest grabbed me by the waist with both hands and hoisted me on top of his lap, my knees falling on either side of his hips. The way he looked at me… I’ve never felt so sexy in my entire life. He consumed me with the same passion and desire as he’d had in the elevator, his hands cupping my ass as his mouth explored my neck.
After a few moments, he let out another groan and flipped me on my back. I let out a little surprised squeal as I landed. He swiftly crawled on top of me, his body pressing me into the soft sofa. I released a moan of my own, wondering how long it’d been since I’d felt the weight of a man on me.
I couldn’t believe how right this felt. It was like I was floating above myself, watching the scene play out, amazed that it was happening at all. Talia sleeping with a guy she’d just met, a guy she’d met online no less. However bizarre it seemed was completely offset by the amazing things Forrest was making me feel.
His hardness pressed against my thigh, and holy shit was he hard! I hadn’t gotten a chance to steal a glance, but the damn bulge in his pants was big enough and hard enough to hurt a little! My body worked on its own, arching into the contact. He pulled the strap of my tank top down, kissing along my collarbone as he snaked his hand up the hem of my skirt along my thigh.
Just as I was about to completely lose my mind, he stopped, pulling back. I nearly dove for his mouth again, his lips parted slightly as he caught his breath. A grin spread across his
We broke apart as we reached the floor, my heart racing as he led me to the door of his apartment. Compared my cramped two-bed, this place was palatial. We stepped into a sprawling open plan kitchen and living room, the recessed lighting flicking on overhead.
“Can I get you a drink?”
I nodded, trying not to gape at the apartment. “What did you say you do again?”
He laughed appreciatively. “Finance stuff. Boring but pays well,” he called out from the kitchen. I mean, come on. He had a separate room just for his kitchen. That alone bumps you up a few pegs in Manhattan. “I work so hard during the week, I want to enjoy myself during my free time.”
I turned and watched him walk towards me with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Paint a picture of a guy you’d want to take to bed and this was Forrest for me. Tall, handsome in an unconventional way, funny, and so sure of himself I felt like I could…
“Right, yeah, totally,” I coughed, taking the drink from him to stop my train of thought.
He gestured to the designer sofa. We sat close but not enough to touch, but the fire he’d kindled in the elevator still burned just under the surface. I watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he took a sip and set the glass on the table. We made idle chit-chat, neither of us really committing much to the verbal conversation. But holy hell, the things we were communicating with our bodies.
Forrest leaned forward and pushed his elbow up on the back of the sofa, holding his head at the temple as he listened to me intently. I caught myself twirling my hair as I spoke. Each movement and gesture screamed FUCK ME, but we clung to the control.
I realized this was part of the foreplay. This wasn’t drunken fumbling in a single-bed dorm. This wasn’t instant gratification. This was adult, mature, and so much better than what I’d had with Kevin. It actually left me feeling empowered and sexy, like I was a seductress.
His fingers grazed my bare knee. I pushed into his touch. He brushed my hair behind my ear and our eyes locked. He trailed down the side of my jaw and gently held my chin as he kissed me, softly this time. The hunger was there but leashed, restrained. The kiss built and built, the heat rising as our tongues danced. When I threaded my fingers through his hair at the back of his head, a groan rumbled in this throat.
Forrest grabbed me by the waist with both hands and hoisted me on top of his lap, my knees falling on either side of his hips. The way he looked at me… I’ve never felt so sexy in my entire life. He consumed me with the same passion and desire as he’d had in the elevator, his hands cupping my ass as his mouth explored my neck.
After a few moments, he let out another groan and flipped me on my back. I let out a little surprised squeal as I landed. He swiftly crawled on top of me, his body pressing me into the soft sofa. I released a moan of my own, wondering how long it’d been since I’d felt the weight of a man on me.
I couldn’t believe how right this felt. It was like I was floating above myself, watching the scene play out, amazed that it was happening at all. Talia sleeping with a guy she’d just met, a guy she’d met online no less. However bizarre it seemed was completely offset by the amazing things Forrest was making me feel.
His hardness pressed against my thigh, and holy shit was he hard! I hadn’t gotten a chance to steal a glance, but the damn bulge in his pants was big enough and hard enough to hurt a little! My body worked on its own, arching into the contact. He pulled the strap of my tank top down, kissing along my collarbone as he snaked his hand up the hem of my skirt along my thigh.
Just as I was about to completely lose my mind, he stopped, pulling back. I nearly dove for his mouth again, his lips parted slightly as he caught his breath. A grin spread across his
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