Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
His thumb runs over my lips. “You’re so damn gorgeous,” Nathan groans. “You know that? You drive me insane.”
“I try,” I gasp. The words come out all breathy and ridiculous, but I mean them.
He tilts my chin and kisses me again, deeply and slowly, like he’s trying to own my soul. My body basically short-circuits. I grip his shirt, yanking him closer, desperate to get my hands on every inch of him.
My boobs are screaming for attention under this dress. My whole body is humming. I’m seconds from combusting into actual flames.
Nathan finally pulls back, breathing like he just ran a marathon, his hands sliding down to my hips.
He lays me back on the bed, following me down without ever letting go. His hands slide up my sides, tracing the line of my ribs before skimming the underside of my boobs. The whole time, he watches my face, like he’s making sure every touch is exactly what I want.
It is. Oh, God, it is.
He reaches behind me and drags the zipper of my dress down, slow and reverent, before dragging the dress down to expose my skin, inch by inch. My breath hitches, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel self-conscious about what he’s seeing. Nathan stares down at me with pure, feral hunger. He’s memorizing me, cataloging every curve and dimple and stretch mark and thinking, Yes, this. Yes, her.
He kisses a trail down my neck, across my collarbone, pausing at the top of my bra. “May I?” he asks, voice wrecked.
I nod. Words are impossible for me now.
He unclasps it one-handed and tosses it aside. The air is cool, but Nathan’s mouth is hot as he claims my nipple with his lips, teeth nipping just enough to send a shock straight between my legs.
“Oh my goodness,” I gasp, arching up.
He grins, wicked and satisfied. “I want to see how many times I can make you say that tonight.”
“It’s a worthwhile goal,” I shoot back, fighting for control.
He sits up, peels the button-down off and lets it fall, then yanks his undershirt over his head. I’ve seen Nathan shirtless before—swimming, at the gym, the time he mowed his lawn shirtless—but this is different. His body is made of sharp angles and muscle, ink peeking out under his right shoulder blade, and every inch of him is focused on me.
He runs a hand down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my panties. “Still okay?” he asks, voice a low rumble.
“More than okay,” I breathe. “You have about five seconds before I lose my mind.”
He slips my panties off with an infuriating slowness, eyes locked on mine. “Patience, Veronica.”
“I don’t possess an ounce of patience,” I groan as he laughs, deep and delighted, and then there’s no more talking because his mouth is moving slowly across my chest. Sweet baby Jesus, I’m never going to survive this.
His tongue circles my nipple, and I nearly lose my mind. I grab hold of his biceps out of pure self-preservation, fingers digging into solid muscle like I’m about to get swept away by a horny tornado. Nathan’s got my boobs in both hands, and he’s worshipping them like he’s been deprived for years, which, okay, maybe he has. But I definitely wasn’t expecting him to go full “starving man in a bakery” the first time he got me naked in his bed.
His thumb rolls over my nipple while his mouth drags across my skin, alternating between sweet and rough. I gasp, arching into him, and he just grins against my chest like the cocky bastard he is.
“Damn, Roni,” he growls, all raspy and wild. “You have no idea what you do to me.” His voice is so raw it makes my insides clench. My entire soul just turns to lava.
I don’t even have time to throw out a snappy comeback because Nathan is sliding lower, dragging his mouth down my belly like he wants to brand every inch of me with his lips. My brain gets stuck somewhere around “holy shit, this is happening” and refuses to reboot.
He nuzzles at my hipbone, stubble rasping against my skin, then hooks his giant hands around my thighs and spreads them open like I’m a gift he’s waited years to unwrap. I’m shaking so hard, the bed squeaks under me. Dignity? Never heard of her. Self-control? She left the chat the second Nathan Brennan got his mouth on me.
Nathan looks up at me, eyes molten, and the cocky bastard actually smirks. “I’m going to devour you,” he growls, and I’m ready to beg him to hurry the heck up.
I can’t even form words. I just nod and grab the comforter in both hands, praying I don’t black out from sheer anticipation.
Nathan presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, and my eyes cross. His hands are so big and warm, holding me open, and his tongue—