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Six

Corbin

After waiting for what feels like forever, his text comes through.

Knox: What I would really like to do is …

I choke on my spit, forgetting to swallow, and ending up in a coughing fit as I read over the words that he sent.

Holy hell!

”Shh!” the old librarian lady hushes, glaring at me as I try to recover.

Knox describes in very vivid detail exactly what he would like to do: from taking me out to eat at a nice restaurant, teasing one another the entire time, to the point that we’re so hot for one another we end up back at his place. There he’d splay me out on his bed after stripping me down, so that he can worship my body until I’m screaming his name, over and over again, and that’s just the beginning of what he reveals as another text comes through.

His words cause me to gasp as heat creeps throughout my body, all the way up my neck and to my face.

Bringing my hand up, I cover my mouth as I continue reading over his message, at a loss for words on what to say.

Oh my gosh.

I’ve never had a boyfriend before, but dang, the picture that he paints elicits an uncontrollable, full body reaction…one that has my heartbeat accelerating, and my mouthwatering.

My body’s reaction doesn’t stop there and I begin squirming in my seat as goosebumps crawl across my skin like a lover’s caress.

Another message comes through and after the last, I hesitate, almost afraid to read this one.

Knox: Now, that’s what I would like to do. But instead, I’d take you out to dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe a movie, and then who knows, maybe we’ll stay up til dawn talking more about anything and everything under the sun.

I legit don’t know what to say.

Even with my lack of experience, I know exactly what he’s talking about in his other messages. And my lack of experience in that particular department certainly doesn’t mean that his words don’t have an effect on me.

And, oh dear Lord sweet baby Jesus, do I want that. All of it—every single thing that he described down to the most minute detail. From what he would like to do to my body, making me his, to just going out to dinner and a movie.

Averi: Maybe I can find a way to fit you in.

I giggle at the double entendre of my words.

Putting my phone into my book bag, I ignore the buzzing of the incoming text knowing that if I check it, I will be sucked down that rabbit hole and studying for my upcoming exam will be long forgotten.

Grabbing my pencil, I go back to working out some of the problems at the end of the chapter that we’re working on.

I get through three of the problems before curiosity gets the best of me and I pull out my phone to check his response.

Knox: I have no doubt that we could figure out a way to fit me in.

The meaning behind his words, not at all lost on me, causes my already affected body to become overheated. But I have stuff to do; I can’t be sucked into this.

I ignore his last few messages and shut my phone down before I do something incredibly stupid and say something that I certainly should not say, something that would very likely lead to something that I definitely should not do.

I put pencil back to paper, stick my nose back in my book, and try to stay focused on the task at hand.

Who would have ever guessed that it would be so hard to focus when you have a hot as hell guy on the other end of a text message sending you all kinds of dirty things?

Time is not being my friend as I glance at the clock and curse at the realization that it’s only been a half hour since he sent that last message.

I get back to work, soon having finished my last problem.

Packing my bag up, I pull my phone out and power it up again, preparing for an onslaught of inappropriate messages from Knox to be waiting for me.

Well, he didn’t disappoint, I think as I read over his first message, causing me to pick up my speed to an almost run as I set my sights on the exit.

“No running!” the cranky librarian lady hollers after me as I clear the doorway.

Knox: Is the thought of what I would like to do to you turning you on as much as it is me?

Knox: Because I cannot get the visual out of my head now that it’s there and holy hell…

Knox: That is definitely a visual that I would love to make a reality.

There’s not another message after that but it’s probably for the best because imagining him in that way, doing the things that he said, oh my Jesus.

Holy crap, does he have a way with words.

I never knew I could be so affected by words.

I want to say something back to him, but the moment has already passed.

It’s probably for the best anyway.

I don’t even really know what I’d say.

I’m not brazen, like he is. I don’t put it all out there and tell someone exactly what I want.

And I definitely don’t have a way with words like Knox does.

And if I’m this affected by just his words, I don’t even want to think about the effect he would have on other things.

If I’m being honest though, yes, his words affect me. He affects me, almost scarily so. But, when it actually comes down to it, would I get lost in the moment and let him do whatever he wants to me and with me? Or would I let my lack of experience and nerves hold me back, taking things slow?

Would he even still be interested if I made him wait? If he didn’t get to do those things that he described until much further down the road?

That then makes me question whether he actually likes me or just wants to get his dick wet. I mean, we’ve texted back and forth but I didn’t think we were to that point yet. Then again, what do I know? It really does make me analyze everything that’s been said between us over the last bit. And down the rabbit hole I go, doubts burrowing under my skin, leaving me feeling vulnerable.

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