Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 841(@200wpm)___ 672(@250wpm)___ 560(@300wpm)
Oxygen vanished. Black and white flashes blotted out her face. He strained to see through it, to focus on her smile, the strength in her eyes. All the filth in his head weakened in comparison.
“My hands have been here a while.” She used those hands to twist his shoulders and pull his back against her chest. “You were doing great until you saw them, so focus on me, okay?”
He dragged his gaze over his shoulder and watched her reflection in the mirror. He drank in the arch of her slender neck and the slope of her bare shoulder as she dipped her lips to the flame inked between her fingers. Fingers that massaged his scars. Fingers he hadn’t noticed…then it dawned on him. “All your questions about those girls were just a way to distract me?”
Tingling shocks zapped from her kneading hands. She gave his back an open mouth kiss. “I thought, if I could keep one of your recent memories well supplied with fuel, the older ones would stay quiet.”
At that moment, he knew she hadn’t just given him the pleasure of her touch. It was a challenge, a proposal of what could be, an offer of salvation. “You make me want to let all my memories surface. I want to face them.”
“You will.” She bit his shoulder, and her playfulness woke his dick.
The heat of her palms sliding over his shoulders, the sweep of her tongue tracing his scars, and the sweet fragrance of her hair wrapped him in a whirlwind of sensations.
“You’re responding so well to my hands, I want to take advantage.”
Before he could question her, she reached around and cupped him between his legs. He choked on a noisy gulp and dug his fingernails into the wallpaper. As psychologically turned on as he was, no way could he prevent the intensity of his hard-on.
She traced the curve of his erection through his leathers and smiled against his back. “Oh my God. You’re ginormous.”
If he didn’t already know he was averagely sized, the laughter in her voice would’ve cued him to her teasing. His rebuff died in his throat when her other hand joined the first and her pelvis pressed against his ass.
She nuzzled his back and ground against him. “I want to see it.”
A shudder skated through him. He couldn’t form a coherent answer with her arms locked around his waist and her hands rubbing in synchronized motions on either side of his cock.
Sharp hot exhales followed the wet trail of her mouth down his spine. She was breathing too fast. He was breathing faster. When her fingers quickened and strengthened, he dug deep and found his voice. “I want you under me, not behind me.”
“Okay.” A breathy, empowering response. She was still with him.
He twisted around and captured her in his arms, pushed her back against the mirror, and devoured the heady spice of her lips. His leather pants itched and confined. Her leggings were in the way. Too many fucking clothes.
“Charlee.” He drew in her tongue. She curled it with his, their lips sliding together. The kiss grew so aggressive, so fast, they were both fighting for air.
He broke away and lowered his mouth to chase her nipple, catching it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. His excitement grew in demanding tremors. All he could think about was stripping her pants and shoving himself deep inside her.
She dropped her head against the mirror and moaned. The sound resonated in his dick. He slid his palm over the curve of her waist to the rise of her ass and slipped his fingers beneath the waistband. His erection pulsed painfully in its cage.
He grabbed her nape and pulled her lips back to his mouth. “Charlee, take me out.”
Her tongue traced his bottom lip, lapping and teasing, and she pulled back to look at him. “Has anyone ever touched you there?”
A cruel voice screamed from the recesses of his mind. He extinguished it with thoughts of Charlee, of what she was offering him. “Not in a long time.”
Her gaze narrowed and softened just as quick. Fuck, he loved her eyes. They were so expressive. Authentic. Direct. Much like the hand sliding down his stomach and tugging on the button of his pants. He sucked in a breath.
The button popped free. She ensnared him with a devilish smile and lowered the zipper.
46
The warm leather of Jay’s pants peeled back as Charlee eased down the zipper one metal tooth at a time. Uncovering him was as thrilling as it was terrifying. He’d said he wouldn’t fuck her in a bathroom, but she teetered on the confusing edge of begging.
Would he tie her up? The idea produced a delicious quiver deep in her core, but it morphed into queasiness when she pictured the women spread out on the piano. She didn’t want him to see her like that, nor did she want her intimacy with him reduced to a written contract like her Dom sessions. Problem was, she needed that brand of sexual healing.