Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Is this a thing with you?” I countered. “Too embarrassed to tell me what you need?”
Lucy’s mouth snapped shut as she glared at me.
“The question isn’t a hard one,” I said gently.
“Touch me,” she ordered.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, I pulled her leg until her heel rested on my knee, and I had the perfect view of the paradise between her thighs. Using a single finger, I gently traced over the damp skin. It was softer than silk and twice as delicate.
Lucy let out a shuddering breath and tilted her hips up.
“More?” I asked, watching as my finger began to glisten.
“More,” she confirmed. “More.”
Her thighs began to shake as I dipped in further, using two fingers to gather up the wetness and slide them over her. I’d never gone so slowly in my life, but I couldn’t fathom rushing. I was watching my mate, her pussy weeping with arousal while I learned every centimeter of her. It felt like a godsdamned miracle.
“More,” Lucy ordered as she used her arms to shove herself further down the couch. “Now. More, please.”
Looking up, I met her bright eyes as I thrust both fingers inside her, the palm of my hand brushing against her clit with the movement. Her eyes filled with tears an instant before her back arched almost entirely off the couch, and she climaxed.
It was the most surprising and beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d dropped from the couch and buried my face between her legs so I could drink up every bit of her orgasm. Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled tight as she moaned my name.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
She came again, sobbing.
I was breathing her in, unable to force myself to move away yet, when someone knocked on the door.
Rage, unexpected and unwarranted, hit me like a battering ram as I lifted my face. Lucy had thrown her arms over her eyes and was trembling in the aftermath.
“What?” I barked, making her jump in surprise.
“Dinner,” Chance called, barely opening the door.
“Another inch and you’re fucking dead,” I called back.
He laughed and closed it again.
“Could he hear me?” Lucy asked, her arms still over her face.
“No.”
“But you said—”
“Our rooms are soundproofed.”
“Weird,” she grumbled.
Leaning down, I pressed my lips gently against her clit. When she let out a little mewl of welcome, I pulled away again.
“Everyone deserves privacy,” I told her as I rose to my feet. “No one can hear us in here.”
“The heat is a little better,” she said, dropping her arms to look at me.
I let out a sigh. She still had her shirt on. I’d traced every inch of her with my tongue, but I still hadn’t seen her nipples.
“Hopefully, that’ll last through dinner,” I replied, helping her up. “But don’t count on it.”
“What do you mean?”
“You remember the first time you got to first base?” I asked, crouching to pick up her sleep shorts. I held them while she stepped into them.
“Vaguely,” she replied, setting her hand on my shoulder for balance. I turned my head and kissed it.
“Do you vaguely remember itching for second base once you’d hit first?” I asked, helping with her jeans.
“Okay, so we are talking about sex, right?” she said as she pulled her jeans up. “Not baseball?”
“Once you’d been kissed, you wondered what that feeling would be like on the rest of your body,” I said, watching as she buttoned and zipped them.
“But I already know what that tongue can do to the rest of my body,” she joked.
No. No, she didn’t. My hands went for her top, and if she was surprised, she didn’t show it as she immediately raised her arms above her head. Beneath the shirt was the small tank top she’d worn to bed, and I yanked it down below her breasts. Her nipples were soft and rosy brown. The moment I pulled one into my mouth, it drew up tight as she gasped. I pinched the other nipple tight and rolled it until it hardened beneath my fingertips.
By the time I remembered that my family was waiting for us downstairs and pulled away from her, Lucy’s nipples were bright red and wet from my mouth.
“Dinner,” I croaked as I gently pulled her tank top back into place.
Lucy hissed as the fabric brushed against her.
“I’m not hungry.”
I laughed at the pout on her face. “Neither am I,” I told her while she pulled her T-shirt back on. “But if we don’t go down there, they’ll know exactly why we didn’t.”
“Maybe we’re talking,” she countered. “Getting to know each other.”
“Sure,” I said easily. “But do you want Charlie to do the first family dinner by himself?”
“Shit, Charlie,” she hissed, her eyes widening. She raced for the door.
Following her into the hallway and down the stairs, I watched as she straightened her clothes and hair, reaching up to fluff the fringe on her forehead and weave her hair into a loose braid. The relief she felt from the heat was temporary, and I had a sinking feeling that we wouldn’t even make it through dinner before she was miserable again and eye fucking me at the table.