Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“I can feel you staring at me,” she murmured.
I grinned. “I can’t help myself.”
“Try. It’s very distracting.”
“How distracting?”
Hearing the invitation in my tone, Lily gave me the side-eye. “There will be plenty of time for sexy shenanigans at the villa. Right now, I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Sexy shenanigans? Beautiful alliteration, my love.”
She gave a huff of laughter. “Read your book.”
“The book is the problem.” I waved the fourth tome in the romantasy series she’d gotten me into. “This one is the filthiest so far.”
Lily’s head whipped toward me. “Uh, excuse me, there is also a ton of character development in that book.”
My lips strained against a smile. “True. There is also an awful lot of cunnilingus and exuberant cock thrusting.”
She laughed even as her eyes darkened in a way that made my blood hot. “You should listen to the dramatized audio edition.”
“Oh really? Would that be something you’d be interested in doing together during our holiday?”
Her thighs squeezed together. “Sebastian,” she whined adorably.
Arousal flooded through me. “That good, is it? Did it make you wet listening to it? Because just reading about it is making me hard.”
“You are so mean.”
I threw the book aside and swung off the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m trying to work,” Lily murmured unconvincingly, her resolve visibly weakened.
“You were the one who got me into these damn romance books.”
She let out a squeal of delight as I hauled her off the desk chair and carried her over to the bed. I practically threw her on it, making her laugh in surprise as she bounced against my mattress. “I suppose it is my fault, then,” Lily agreed breathlessly.
“And I know just how to punish you,” I teased, my voice hoarse with need as I reached for the waistband of her leggings.
Minutes later, Lily was moaning and shuddering against my mouth, her thighs tightening around my shoulders as she came.
It thrilled me how responsive she was to me. She’d told me sex hadn’t been like this for her before. And while I didn’t want to think about her with other men, it filled me with dark satisfaction that I was the best she’d had. I assured Lily she was the best I’d ever had too.
I kissed my way up her soft belly as I crawled over her body, my cock throbbing against the zipper of my jeans. When I reached Lily’s mouth, my kiss was deep as I let her taste herself on my tongue. She fumbled with my zipper and I grew impossibly harder at the thought of her focused attention in that area.
Quite abruptly, she broke the kiss to push me onto my back.
Lust-dazed, it took me a second to recognize the tension on her face. Alarmed, I asked what was wrong. Lily swallowed nervously, which had me even more on alert. “Sawyer?”
“I haven’t …” She squeezed her eyes closed briefly and then announced through gritted teeth, “I haven’t gone down on you yet.”
My eyebrows almost hit my hairline. It had not escaped my observations that Lily hadn’t returned that particular favor. I took it to mean she didn’t like performing the act. Some girls didn’t, like some guys didn’t. It didn’t bother me. I wanted Lily more than I wanted her mouth on my cock.
“I don’t want you to think I’m a selfish lover.”
I reached up to caress her cheek. “You know I don’t think that. We only do things you’re comfortable with. Okay? Do you think I could possibly get pleasure out of something if I know you’re hating every minute of it?”
Her expression softened ever so slightly. “I love you. And … I want to return the favor. It’s only that …”
“Lily, I love you too and you can tell me anything.”
“I have … and I know this isn’t very sexy … but I have a sensitive gag reflex.”
Amusement tugged at my mouth, but I forced myself not to laugh because I didn’t want her to be embarrassed. But she was so adorable. “That’s okay.”
Her brows furrowed. “Like, it’s really sensitive. I can’t even brush the back of my tongue without gagging.”
The struggle to hold back laughter was growing. “Okay.”
“You’re laughing at me.” She slapped my chest.
A chuckle escaped before I could stop it. “I’m not. You’re just so cute, I can’t help it.”
When her countenance turned tight with hurt, I immediately stopped laughing. “Lil—”
“I’ve had boyfriends make me feel shit about it, okay. Like, trying to force me through it when it’s obvious I’m not enjoying it. So … I … never mind.” She moved to get off me and I grabbed her hips, stopping her. Possessiveness I hadn’t quite gotten used to yet thrummed through me at the mention of her giving blow jobs to other men. However, anger at them abusing her overtook all emotion.
“They’re arseholes,” I snapped. “And they should be shot. My father has a hunting rifle that would do the trick. Just give me their names and it’s done.”