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)
“No,” I replied as his hands swept up my sides and back down again. “I just thought I’d see what you were doing.”
He hummed as his hands swept higher, teasing the bottom of my breasts.
“You were hoping to see me in the shower,” he teased as he dragged his lips up my neck.
“I mean, I wasn’t opposed to it.” I let out a squeak as his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs swiping firmly over my nipples.
“I’m done now. So if you’re still unsure,” he whispered into my ear, pinching my nipples between his fingertips. “I need to get out of here before things go any further.”
My hands had found his biceps at some point, and almost involuntarily they dug in like I could hold him in place. He was still trying to give me the time I’d asked for. Even now, even when I’d stripped and walked into his shower, he was still trying to respect my wishes.
“I’m not unsure,” I replied as his lips slid down my jaw.
He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. His blue irises were so vivid they burned, and his pupils were wide with arousal.
“Are you sure?”
The anxiety about our connection disappeared like a puff of smoke. There were plenty of things left to be afraid of—whoever was hunting Vampire mates and what they would do when the Bouchers caught up to them, my brother’s ability to ever be happy again, starting an entirely new life in Oregon—but I wasn’t afraid of this. Of him.
“I’m sure,” I confirmed.
I expected him to sweep me into his arms and fuck me against the wall or something—I’d been kind of counting on it—but he didn’t. Instead, he did something even more diabolical.
He frigging bathed me. His soapy hands traveled every centimeter of my body, from my hair to the spaces between my toes. By the time the water rinsed away the last of the soap, we were both breathing heavily, and the heat beneath my skin pulsed in steady waves.
“Come on,” he ordered softly, leading me out of the shower. His hands were never still as he toweled me off and then himself, and mine weren’t either. I traced his trapezius muscles, ran my fingers over the tattoo lines on his torso, wrapped my hand around his erection, and explored his testicles and the space behind them.
I wanted to know his body as intimately as I knew my own, discover every secret.
“Gods,” he sighed, tipping his head back as I ran my finger over the head of his shaft, circling the opening.
We barely made it into the bedroom before his mouth met mine, his tongue sliding inside like it had always meant to be there. I gripped his ass and cupped his testicles in my hand as his fingers pinched my nipples hard and then soothed them with the lightest of touches. The insides of my thighs grew wet as he ushered me to the bed, groaning into my mouth.
“What do you want?” he asked, pushing me onto my back, my legs dangling off the side of the bed.
“Your mouth,” I replied quickly. I was past the point of embarrassment or self-consciousness. He’d seen and touched every piece of my body already.
Mewling, I arched off the bed as he took my nipple between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to sting before sucking it into his mouth, thrumming and laving it with his tongue. It was incredible. His hand moved up to pinch and rub and soothe my other nipple until I was writhing, reaching for any piece of him I could grab hold of.
When his mouth trailed down my body, I pulled my heels to the edge of the bed and let my knees fall wide, reaching for his head.
I gripped his hair in my hands, and he chuckled as he leaned down to delicately kiss my clit and blow gently against the heated skin.
“More,” I ordered, lifting toward him.
I was past the point of teasing. Past the point of waiting.
I gasped and cried out when he stopped messing around and pressed his mouth against me, his tongue thrashing at my clit until I was on the edge and then thrusting inside me. I ground against his mouth as I keened, letting out a sob of relief when he moved to my clit again.
He did it over and over until I was ready to tackle him and ride his face until I came. My nails dug into his shoulders and scratched along the back of his neck as I tried to hold him in place.
Little black dots danced in my vision, and my throat ached from my scream when I came. I shook with aftershocks as his tongue pressed steadily against my clit and two fingers, then three slid inside me.
“Oh my god,” I rasped when he finally lifted his head. His fingers left me with a slow curl.