Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
It was five to six when her gentleman caller came knocking. She’d returned home early enough to shower and get every part of her body ready for him. She was wearing her sexiest black lace lingerie and a black wrap dress. It couldn’t have been easier to slip off. All Damien needed to do was pull at the bow and unwrap her like a present.
She opened the door and took in the sight of her new lover. He’d obviously taken a little extra trouble with his appearance, too. His mop of dark curls was tamed, his cheeks freshly shaved. He wore a crisp white shirt with a decent pair of jeans.
And a look that said, I could eat you all up.
“That’s a great dress,” he said, walking in and putting his arms around her. “I bet it’ll look even better on the floor.”
He kissed her, leaned in, and before she knew it, his deft fingers had found the bow and the fabric slithered to the floor.
He gazed down at her, his eyes skimming hungrily over her pretty underwear. “That is some fine lingerie. But I’m afraid it would also look better on the floor.”
How did he do this to her? Make her laugh and arouse her to such a pitch, all in the same breath? He kissed her as though he’d never get enough, pressing his soft lips to hers, his tongue teasing hers with promise.
She unbuttoned his shirt. She couldn’t be quite as careless with clothing as he was, though. Someone, no doubt not him, had taken the trouble to iron his shirt. So she hung it on one of the hooks where her coats went. Then she scooped up her dress and hung that up, too. After all, she was going to be wearing it tonight.
And then her hands were free to roam over his beautiful torso. Taut with muscle. Exactly the right amount of dark chest hair.
“I have been thinking about this all day,” he whispered as he put his hot, urgent mouth over the wisp of silk covering her breast. He licked at her nipple. Then, just like in the movies, he bent down and hoisted her up in his arms.
Of course he knew where the bedroom was. He’d been in her house plenty of times. But never like this. Even in all her wild imaginings—and there had been plenty—she’d never imagined it could be like this between them. So easy and natural and yet so darned hot. He carried her to the bedroom as though she weighed nothing and set her down on the bed.
He looked down at her with an expression of pure lust. “Crystal Lopez, you are the hottest woman I have ever seen.”
And in that moment she believed it. He made her feel like the hottest woman who’d ever walked the earth. The more sexy he found her, the more sexy she felt and the more she wanted him in return. Her whole body was aching for his touch. Now, her back was pressed to the edge of the bed as he kissed a path along her neck.
She tangled her fingers in his glorious hair and tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathless, “I wish we had more time.”
He grinned against the soft side of her breast. “Then we’d better not waste any.”
It was different this time. Still charged, still full of that same spark that had caught fire when they’d first kissed, but now they knew each other’s bodies. Now there was a rhythm to it. A knowing. No nerves, no second-guessing—just the heat of desire and the thrill of feeling like they were getting away with something.
There was laughter—there always was with him—muffled against pillows as they moved together, sweaty and warm, and soon he was inside her and she gasped with the size of him, drawing him closer so that she could feel every inch and every thrust. And as his breath grew ragged and he moaned her name, she shuddered and cried out as they finished together in a tangle of limbs and laughter, the kind that left her glowing and slightly out of breath. He collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling, then reached over to brush a strand of hair from her face.
She grinned, flushed with happiness, and glanced at the clock on her bedside table. “Ten minutes until we have to be out the door,” she whispered.
“We’ve done more with less,” he said, smug.
She smacked his chest, then kissed the spot. “You’re trouble.”
“And you’re still here.” He propped up on one elbow and gazed at her. “Did you go to the college today?”
“I did.”
She got up, determined not to be self-conscious about her nakedness, and fetched the info packet. She’d already flipped through the course catalog and had drawn hearts around the courses that interested her the most, or that she knew she had to take first, like biology. He flipped through, genuinely interested. A couple of times he stopped and read one of the course descriptions aloud.