Chapter 3
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Wynter
Ididn’t take Jye up on his offer. But I didn’t not take him up on his offer.
I just sat there in shock because men like Jye didn’t hit on girls like me, the ones with thick thighs and a love of spreadsheets.
Still in my stupor after he finished washing our breakfast things in the tiny kitchenette sink, I watched as he dug an e-reader out of his bag and then sat back on the lounge.
“What are you reading?” I asked, unsure what else to do.
“It’s the latest Hazel Wood book; I’ve been waiting for it to drop,” he said casually.
I looked at this man, his long-sleeve t-shirt clinging to his muscular arms, chiselled jawline and light blue eyes contrasting with his tan skin.
If you asked me to describe what the average Hazel Wood reader looked like, it wouldn’t be the man before me.
He was more likely the kind of man to inspire a Hazel Wood shifter romance book.
“You read romance?” I squawked.
“Sure, I read a bit of everything,” he shrugged. “Plus, Hazel Wood books usually have a bit of action in them.”
“I’ve just…” I started to reply.
“Don’t tell me your ex didn’t read romance and made fun of anyone who did?” he said, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Yeah,” I sighed as I remembered all the jeers that Ted made when he saw the covers of some of the ebooks on my Tbr.
Each time he saw me with an e-reader after that, he would ask if I were killing brain cells by reading mum porn or if I were reading something worthy of my IQ.
It didn’t occur to me at the time just how many backhanded compliments he threw my way.
“It’s a good thing you got rid of him then.”
“Except that I didn’t get rid of him, he found someone else.” I sighed, again.
“Idiot.” His response was succinct. Like it was a fact that didn’t need disputing.
“I want to agree, but he’s really not — his mind is brilliant, he…” my mind raced to his academic record, the awards he’d won.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t care how smart someone is on paper, he’d have to be a fool to let you go.” Again, Jye stated it like it was indisputable.
I blushed; I wasn’t used to compliments. Growing up, I was shy and awkward. I wasn’t athletic like my younger sister, and that was okay. She was the girl all the boys wanted to hook up with; I was the one they’d share a joke with.
“I’m not the kind of man who commits to a woman long term, but if I were, it would be with someone like you.
” Jye’s gaze ran up and down my body, lingering on my generous breasts that were straining the buttons on my pyjama top.
“All I can offer to you right now is a bit of holiday fun, and to be honest, I kinda think that’s what the universe wants for you. ”
“You think you can tell me what I need within a day of meeting me?” I challenged him.
“No, I would never tell a woman what she needs; I just want you to know what a gorgeous woman you are and maybe give you more orgasms than you can count.”
“Oh Jye, I’m an accountant; I’m very good with numbers.” I teased back.
“And I’m very good at giving orgasms.” The smirk on his face was both cocky and slightly desperate. “I can’t think of anything else I want to do in this snowstorm, but spend hours making you mindless with pleasure.”
“That sounds like a challenge. I’ve never been mindless, even when drunk.”
“No, gorgeous, it’s a promise.” Jye sat back and looked at me, eyes half-lidded with desire.
“Then, I think you might need to get to work. Where do you want me?” I stood up and attempted to slide my pyjama bottoms off until he caressed the back of my hand. I froze, looking down into his eyes heated up. My pants stayed in place, anticipating his direction.
“How about in front of the fire, on the rug, right here?” Jye stood up and moved the coffee table, then stepped toward me, holding my hands and tugging me into him.
I could feel his cock hard and heavy against his pants.
He placed each hand on my hip and leaned down, his mouth so close to my ear that his breath sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re in charge here, Wynter. Anytime you want to stop, tell me.
You want to back out now, just say so. Today is all about you. ”
I sucked in a breath. This wouldn’t be my first one-night stand, but Jye Drake was definitely the hottest man I’d ever shared my body with. Despite my insecurities, I grabbed his hands and slid them up under my top. “I want you Jye. I want you to make me feel good.”
“Thank fuck,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips firm and confident.
I opened for him, and his tongue stroked mine slowly, like he was enjoying a lavish dessert.
A moan escaped my mouth as his hands slid higher and his fingers grazed the underside of my breasts.
I instantly wanted more; my tits ached for him to rip my shirt off and grab them roughly.
I needed to feel him; I needed to feel us skin-to-skin.
With an inner confidence I rarely showed, I reached for the hem of his t-shirt, slowly lifting, my fingers brushing his abs and his pecs as I raised the fabric higher.
We reluctantly paused our kiss so I could pull the shirt over his head.
He looked down at me hungrily, then focused his gaze on my shirt. “I think we need to even the score.”
With hurried fingers, we both worked on the buttons before opening the shirt and letting it fall. Jye cupped my breasts reverently before leaning down to lick and suck at one of my nipples. I could feel my arousal already pooling.
“Fuck, I could get lost for days in your tits, but today isn’t about my pleasure.” He took one last nip before pulling away. “Let’s lay down and I can work on that first orgasm.”