A Girl Like You vinnie Kinsella (best motivational books to read .txt) 📖

wish it were mine. Landlord lets me fix the place up. I tore down the flowered wallpaper when I first moved in. I’m working on the floors right now.”

The greyhounds bounded to me, a flurry of motion, as soon as I went inside.

“Sit.” Jeremy held out his hands, palms down. To my amazement, both dogs settled down on their haunches, still panting, but calming down.

“Drink?”

“Sure, whatever you’re having,” I said, looking for a place to put my coat and purse. There wasn’t much furniture in the big, open space that was a living room-dining room-kitchen. But up a split-log staircase was a wide loft with a skylight framing a dark sky scattered with stars.

Jeremy came out and handed me a Miller Lite Tall Boy, more beer than I’d ever be able to finish. Gamely, I took a long chug, spilling it on my T-shirt in the process.

“Wanta sit down?”

I looked around again. The only furniture was a round brown suede chair so deep it looked like I’d have to crawl into it. Jeremy folded himself into the chair and held out his hands to me. I awkwardly climbed across the cushions, slipped, and landed with my face squarely in his lap.

“Come up here,” he said, reaching under my shoulders and pulling me into a sitting position right next to him. Jeremy kept his arm draped over my back as I tried, without success, to compose myself.

“So how’re you doing?” he asked, his fingers grazing my neck.

My mind went blank. “I’m good. You?”

“Great, now that you’re here. Tell you the truth, I didn’t think you’d come.”

“No? Why’s that?” I looked around for my beer, which I’d put down on the ledge near the kitchen, completely out of reach. So much for getting a little buzz on to help break the ice.

“You seemed to be completely undecided. Either that, or you don’t like me.”

“Oh, I like you,” I blurted out.

“Good.” His hand dropped to the front of my shoulder and I instantly regretted the push-up bra, so heavily padded he wouldn’t be able to find my breasts no matter how hard he went looking. If he were even planning to look. At least it was black, not the beige bra I’d considered.

I prayed I didn’t smell like the spilled Miller Lite.

“We can do whatever you want,” he said. “We can sit here and hold hands and watch Netflix, we can have sex, you can spend the night, whatever.”

Ah, so many options. The only one I ruled out immediately was spending the night.

“Yeah, we can have sex,” I said, finding my confidence. “That would be fine.”

Fine? That made it sound like he’d invited me for tea.

“Come on up,” he said, standing up and heading to the stairs.

The dogs were sprawled out on the bed, sleeping soundly. But instead of shooing them off, Jeremy pulled a comforter from the end of the bed and spread it on the floor. He sat down and patted the space next to him, pulling off his shirt to reveal a sculpted, suntanned chest.

I had a sudden image of Jeremy directing me to lie down while he calmly spread my legs and harnessed them open so he could see and explore every part of me. Of course, in this fantasy, we were lying on the actual bed, not the floor.

Feeling like I should take something off, I bent down to untie my sneaks, trying to balance, then giving up and sitting down to kick them off. Jeremy had stretched out on the blanket lazily. I lay down next to him, feeling the hard floor under my back.

Would it be too much to ask that he move the dogs off the bed so we could use it?

Rolling on his side toward me, he put his hands on my face and kissed me deeply, winding his tongue across my teeth and into my mouth. I tried to reciprocate but ended up biting his lower lip.

“I’m not very good at this,” I said.

“You’re fine. Relax.”

In one smooth move, Jeremy lifted my T-shirt over my head and began stroking the area around my push-up bra.

“Very pretty,” he said, dropping his face and kissing my skin.

Suddenly impatient, I unclasped the bra and shook it off. I cursed the fact that I was lying down and my boobs would no doubt be sagging sideways.

A moment later, it didn’t matter.

Jeremy put his mouth on one nipple while toying with the other, making them both stand up with exquisite sensitivity. I squirmed and tried not to moan. When had I last been touched like this? The vibrator wand was good, but didn’t come close to a real-life lover.

He took my hand and brought it down to the crotch of his jeans, where I felt a bulge so hard, I started fumbling at his zipper right away. After a moment, he unzipped and slid easily out of his Levi’s.

I sat up and tried to slip seductively out of my jeans, but they wouldn’t budge. I had to lie down to get them on, and apparently would have to do the same to get them off, all while Jeremy was sitting over me, watching. My jeans were tight at my hips and I was suddenly completely stuck in them. Smiling, he reached down and yanked, peeling off my panties at the same time.

Well there I was. Naked, fighting the urge to cover up with whatever edge of the blanket I could manage to reach.

“Nice,” he said running the palm of his hand across my stomach, which I was sucking in with all my might, hoping it looked flatter than it actually was. I fought the urge to giggle as he went lower with his fingers, finding places that were more ticklish than erogenous.

Then he found all the right places.

“You want to keep going, right?” Jeremy said, his hands hovering between my thighs.

I nodded my head, having trouble forming words at that moment.

Jeremy slid his fingers inside me and I gasped, arching my back right off the floor. “Yes, I