Page 100 of Bonfire and Bliss Bookstore

He traces a finger across my heaving breasts and I can barely breathe with the words he speaks, and the way he’s looking at me.

“These freckles,” he murmurs as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking adorable.”

I almost cry from all the compliments. I’m not used to this, not used to anyone really looking at me, let alone telling me how they feel about the way I look.

I’ve never been the girl people are drawn to because of physical appearance. I’m the girl who makes people laugh with my one-liners and fast talking, or entertains people with my knowledge of books. Rosie’s the knockout, and Tally’s always had that bright sunny personality and the appropriate curves that men go crazy over.

No one has ever looked at me—or spoken to me—in the way Monty does. And it’s really starting to scramble my brain. Could he ever want me for more than just these few months? Are the words he seems so intent on making me hear really true? Is he actually obsessed with my curves? With me?

“What are you thinking, Xuxuzinho?” Monty’s words are low and his fingers continue to sweep gently across my skin, creating a warmth in my belly.

I shake my head, unable to make the words come out.

“Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you,” he continues. “I want to make every single one of your dreams come true. So, tell me, which one are we starting with tonight?”

I can’t do anything but stare at him. Fuck, I’m too in my own head. It was easier to write down what I liked—to send it in a text—but saying out loud what I want to start with? My tongue is heavy in my mouth as I try to come up with something—anything—to say.

Monty pulls his glasses off and sets them down on the nightstand. Then his lip tugs up on one side and into one of his sexy smirks.

“I’m beginning to think that my words aren’t getting through to you tonight.” He leans over and presses a gentle kiss to my chest before tipping his head up and looking me straight in the eyes. “So maybe I just have to show you.”

Monty dips his head down again but, this time, he drags his hot tongue right between my breasts. I shudder from the desire written on his face.

“Would you like that?” He drags his mouth lower, along with my shirt, until he’s pulling my nipple out of my bra and sucking it into his mouth. Any thought I had is lost to the pleasure sweeping through me.

“Words, Xuxuzinho,” Monty husks out. “I need at least a few of them. Tell me you want me to touch you.”

“Yes,” I pant, watching as he smiles up at me, my nipple in his mouth.

“Good girl,” he mumbles before tugging on my shirt and lifting it over my head. I scramble to remove my bra as he pulls down my leggings before, finally, I kick off my ballet flats.

I’m completely naked, spread out on the bed, within mere minutes of entering the apartment. We hadn’t even turned on a light when we walked in here so only the light of the moon and the stars allow me to see every beautiful expression etched on his face.

My breath is heavy as I try not to hide beneath my hands or pull a cover over me. Monty sits back on his calves and takes me in, a look of pride on his face.

“That’s my good girl. Now spread those pretty thighs for me so I can see all of you.”

Need has me ignoring every alarm bell warning that this position can’t possibly be attractive and, instead, I do as he asks, pulling one leg up and opening for him.

Monty’s eyes widen as he reaches for my other leg, drawing me completely open with a loud groan.

“You’re fucking glistening.”

The air feels cool against my damp core and it takes everything in me not to snap my legs shut.

“Tell me,” he says in an inquisitive tone, “did you touch yourself while you were making your list?”

Heat hits my cheeks as I picture him doing just that as he read through my desires. Oh my God, did Monty fuck his own hand while thinking of me?

As if reading my thoughts, he lets out a small chuckle. “I fucked my hand twice today because of you.”

I involuntarily moan at the image of him fisting himself, at the thought of him roughly dragging his palm up and down his engorged cock.

“Show me.”

Two words, barely a breath between them, and I swear my pussy throbs. There’s going to be a puddle beneath me soon.

I glance at the nightstand like a complete idiot and he flashes me a wicked grin.