Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Madden was already shaking his head. “Eve—”
“What’s wrong with letting me have it, though?” she whispered, tilting her head slowly to the right and licking into his mouth, tasting his heated groan, feeling the rising thickness of his shaft against the seam of her shorts. “We both want this, no matter what it’s about.” She slid her knees wider on the couch and rocked forward, watching his pupils dilate to the size of dimes. “Don’t we?”
“Fuck me, Eve. You have no right being so goddamn sexy.” Before she could issue a flirty rejoinder and watch his eyes go black again, Madden turned them sideways, pressing Eve’s back to the couch and pinning her there, fitting his hips right where they belonged. Between her thighs. “I’d rather make you forget your need to soothe me.”
She lifted her knees and shifted, teasing, while biting her lip. “How are you going to do that?”
“Showing you I don’t need soothing.”
“Everyone needs soothing once in a—”
Madden grabbed the back of his collar and hauled off his shirt, tossing it toward some unseen destination, because she couldn’t look away from the raw strength suddenly staring her in the face. The rugged beauty of him already had her around the throat, but then his hand added even more pressure, his palm sliding up between her breasts and closing gently around her throat. “You kiss your husband hello next time he walks through the front door,” he said, leaning down to deliver a kiss so thorough, her fingers dug into the edge of the sofa. She was left gasping by the time it ended, her lips swollen and tingling. “That’s the first thing you do, love. That’s how you greet me. If I only get this mouth for six months, I’m going to make good fucking use of it.”
“I don’t feel the need to soothe you anymore,” she panted, not wanting to move or breathe or do anything to disturb the decadence of being pressed down by his weight and told what is what. “I’m over it.”
“Good.” He marauded her mouth again, his tongue moving with blatant, erotic ownership, his thumb stroking the hollow of her throat, reassuring her and flustering her at the same time until she was whimpering, an aggressive ache spreading between her legs. “But, Eve? Eve.”
“Huh? What?” Who was that woman talking? She sounded frantic.
“You’re going to get my mouth for six months too,” he rasped, that possessively confident hand turning her head left so he could stroke his tongue down, downward over her collarbone, his lips ending at her stiff nipple; without hesitating, he covered her with his mouth, her tits firm in his hands while his mouth savored, worked, licked over the distension of her with a precision that had her gasping and burying her fingers in his hair.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
“One week into this marriage and you already know getting topless for me is going to win any argument.” He licked across to her other breast, his brows drawn together tight as he lapped at her nipple slowly, kissed it, then delivered a vicious drag of suction that made her back arch off the couch. “Smart girl,” he said when he finished twisting her into a pretzel. “I’ve been obsessed with these tits for fucking years. Now you’re going to come from having them sucked.”
“Not possible,” she gasp-laughed. “No.”
He released her right breast, sliding his hand down between them, waiting for her to nod before he delved his long, blunt fingers inside her sleep shorts and gripped her sex through the cotton material of her panties, rubbing until her folds were separated between the gentle but firm touch of his fingers. “Jesus Christ, if your pussy can get this wet, I reckon you can do anything.”
Was praise her thing? Is praise my thing?
Her eyes were literally in the back of her head, chest heaving, her sanity hinging on his full, massaging strokes between her thighs, the character of which was so cocky, so unlike his personality, that the shock of his skills was going to blow her fuses. And the likelihood of that increased tenfold when he started splitting time between her mouth and her breasts, giving them equal hungry attention, slanting his mouth over hers with a vengeance one second, licking and suckling her the next until . . . until it started to happen, a hot quickening at the equator of her body, the prickle of goose bumps raking up her skin like an assault, her skin flashing hot and cold, hot and cold, gold flashbulbs snapping at the edges of her vision.
“Okay, it’s really happening,” she gasped, ordering her core not to flex on instinct, but to let the orgasm crest naturally and prolong itself. Tricks of the single girl trade. “You weren’t lying. Don’t stop.”
“Never, love.”
She’d take issue with her whiny tone of voice later and how it sounded ridiculous in the presence of Madden’s perfect baritone, but right now Eve had something brewing in her belly, fierce and twisty and agitating—and when she looked down at her shiny nipples and saw him bare his teeth at them, the pleasure sped up and imploded, rocketing her hips upward, her inner walls bearing down, buckling, a scream churning out of her, both knees shaking on either side of his waist. Every part of her shaking, the smell of sweat and sex and soap heavy between them, his gaze riveted by her body as it writhed through the worst/best agony, committed by him.