Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
When I pulled back, her eyes fluttered open.
That sad look was gone.
“Forgot to do that,” I said.
With nothing else, I walked back out and went upstairs to do the call with Saint and Rook.
Which went on about half an hour longer than I wanted it to. And I wasn’t even sure how much of it I committed to memory.
But, eventually, I made my way back to the room.
I barely got the door closed behind me before Dylan was leaping up into my arms, the surprise of it making me fall back against the door, my hands going to her ass to hold her up even as her lips claimed mine.
I guess she missed me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dylan
I couldn’t tell you what it was.
The public, lingering kiss in the dining room.
The oral in bed.
The snuggling all night.
The gift basket.
All of it?
But I needed that man in a primal way. It was this strange jonesing feeling in my damn organs, in my blood.
I could hardly think of anything else when I went back to my room completely alone to shower while I waited.
When he still wasn’t back after that, I dried my hair, slathered on some lotion, and slipped into the nicest pair of panties I had and paired it with a simple tee since once he was back, I didn’t intend to be clothed long.
Then, well, I waited.
Paced.
Waited some more.
Until, finally, I heard the bleep of the keycard in his room.
And what did my needy ass do?
I ran through the doorway and leapt into his arms.
I’d never leapt into anyone’s arms in my life.
Just as I knew he would, Colter caught me and held onto me as my lips claimed his.
It started out hard and desperate, full of the antsy feelings I’d been experiencing for almost two hours while he had his meeting in Saint’s room.
But as Colter straightened, turned, and pressed me back against the door, the kiss shifted.
His mouth angled, turning desperate into soft, sweet. I melted into it, into him, my hands framing the sides of his face, holding him to me.
His teeth nipped my lower lip, a teasing bite, and my mouth parted on a needy little whimper.
His tongue swept inside, teasing over mine, slow and gentle, but getting hungrier by the moment.
His hand curled around my jaw, the touch gentle even as his lips started to sear into mine as the need intensified.
Still, he seemed in no rush to move things along.
It was my hands that grew greedy, sliding from his neck down his arms, over his shoulders, down his back.
Colter’s mouth broke from mine, his lips trailing up my jaw, over my ear, then down my neck.
A delicious little shiver moved down my spine at the brush of his beard and the warmth of his lips.
He moved across my neck, intensifying the sensation.
But then his hands were sliding to my ass again, holding on as he pulled me away from the door, turned, and walked back toward his bed.
He sat down on the edge, taking me with him to straddle his waist.
Only then did his hungry gaze meet mine.
His fingers drifted up, snagging the hem of my tee, then slowly pulling it up.
My hands went over my head, and he pulled the material free.
I watched his face as he took me in, his eyes going half-closed, his chest rising and falling faster.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands grazing down my arms as my heart swooped at the compliment.
I’d been complimented before. Men would say just about anything to get you in the sack. But I’d always been ‘hot’ or ‘sexy.’ No one had ever called me beautiful before. It felt different. Because it was a compliment fully about me, not about how I made him feel.
“Colter?” I murmured, making his gaze flick back up to me.
“Yeah?”
“If you don’t touch me, I’m going to take over.”
That got a low, sexy chuckle out of him.
“I only get to do this for the first time once,” he said, his fingers drifting over my hips. “I’m not gonna be rushed.”
That had no right to be as hot as it was.
Even if my desire felt like a coil twisted way too tightly.
I took a slow, deep breath, trying to remind myself to sink in, to enjoy, to commit every touch, every look, every sound, and sensation to memory.
Even if it felt unbearably torturous to not push him backward, reach into his pants to free him, then feel him finally slide deep inside me.
It felt like an eternity before his hands closed over my breasts. His wide palms covered me completely, his skin rougher on my softer chest.
My head fell back on a moan as his hands squeezed.
Then his thumbs and forefingers were rolling my nipples, the sensation moving from his touch to right between my thighs.
Colter’s head ducked, then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his lips pulsing until it felt like my heart beat along with the sensation.