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)
Then he was moving across my chest, dragging out the sensations with wicked patience.
When his head finally lifted, his hands went to my waist, pushing.
“Stand up for me,” he demanded, voice velvet.
I scooted off and stood between his thighs.
His hands slipped down, snagging the waistband of my panties and drawing them slowly downward until they slipped to my feet.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
My belly fluttered, but I did as instructed.
I didn’t know his intentions until I felt him pull me back, making me straddle him backward as he pulled me onto his lap.
Then his hands were greedy, moving all over me, getting to know every inch, learning where he could make me shiver, could make me squirm.
My head fell back as his hand slid between my thighs, stroking up and down me before sinking in, fingers thrusting at a maddeningly slow pace.
“Colter, please,” I whimpered, my hips rocking.
“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick.
“I need you inside me,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” he asked, leaning down to nip my shoulder. “How do you want me?” he asked, fingers thrusting faster. “Like this?”
“No.”
“You want to look at me?” he asked.
“Yes.” My voice sounded like a whine.
His fingers slid out of me. “Show me what you want,” he demanded, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste me.
I didn’t waste any time.
I moved to his side, slipping backward, then reaching for him, pulling him until he turned to face me.
“Like this,” I demanded, trying to pull him down to me. But he stayed stubbornly out of reach, then pulled away to stand.
Eyes on me, he reached back to drag his shirt off.
Then his hands moved down to work his button and zipper free, reached blindly into his pocket to dig around in his wallet for protection, then slipped his pants and underwear down.
A throaty sound escaped me as I pressed my thighs tightly together to ease the ache growing between them as he slid on the condom, his heated gaze on me.
Colter shook his head and reached for my knees, grabbing them and butterflying them open as he stepped closer, then lowered down slowly.
When he was close enough, I reached for him, trying to hurry him up, to pull him flush to me.
But he was too strong.
And too determined to take his time.
He lowered his face to my hip, kissing his way up the curve, then the dip of my waist, over my ribs, under one breast, then up between.
Desire pulsed low and relentless, and each brush of his beard brought a dizzying awareness that had me trembling with need.
“Faster,” I whimpered. “Now.”
He angled in toward my neck, shaking his head.
When he spoke, his breath was warm on my ear.
“I don’t want fast,” he said, lips pressing to my earlobe. “I want you soaked,” he said, lips kissing my forehead, “aching,” he went on, kissing my cheek, “and mine.”
His lips sealed to mine as his hips lowered down, making his hard length press against my center.
I moaned against his lips.
The sound had him bearing down harder against me and rocking his hips until the press of him was against my clit.
Mindless with need, I grabbed him with my hands, with my legs, pushing against his ass with the heels of my feet, trying to shift him where I needed him most.
“Please,” I whimpered, feeling close to tears with desperation.
Colter pulled back, looking at me for a long second, something unbelievably soft in his gaze.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he told me, making my heart squeeze. “What you would be like all soft and sweet and open for me.”
His hips shifted.
I felt the press of him against me.
“I want you to remember this,” he said, applying more pressure, “every time you close your eyes.”
Then he pressed in, slow and deep, until my back arched and his name was all I had left.
“Fuck,” he groaned as my moan filled the room when he settled deep. “Fuck, baby,” he said, forehead pressing to mine, “you feel so good.”
All I could manage was a whimper as my legs bracketed his hips, as I held him tightly inside me.
I was aware of everything at once.
I felt each brush of our bodies, the rush of air from the vents, the sheets beneath.
Every nerve ending thrummed.
I was more inside myself than I’d ever felt before, more aware of myself because of him than I’d ever known.
“Feel how good you’re taking me?” he asked, pulling back, then pressing back in, dragging a choked sound from the back of my throat.
It had never been like this before.
Slow.
Intense.
Intimate.
He started to move then. An unhurried, careful pace, making me feel each thick inch of him.
“Colter… I…”
I had no idea what I was going to say.
My brain was misfiring.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine. “I’ve got you. Just let go.”
Then we were moving together, my hips meeting his, doing delicious little circles when he was buried deep.