Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Come in,” she said. Her voice wasn’t seductive or shocked. It was just Lexi, just accepting and sweet.
She was still in the bathtub, her hair wet and hanging around her shoulders. The bubbles were only in places floating on the filmy water like islands. My hands itched to reach for her.
“The food’s here,” I said, unable to keep my hungry gaze from feasting.
I ran my hand over my hair, rubbed the back of my neck, feeling like I was a teenager again. I could see the swell of her breasts under the water and wanted to put my mouth on them. I wanted to drag her out of the tub, dripping wet, and put my mouth on her slick nipples, see if I could make her scream again with my mouth between her legs. I blinked to clear the image of her writhing and kicking with release on the blue bathroom rug.
“What’re you smiling about?” she said, but she was smiling too. I shook my head.
“I better not.”
“Why not?” she challenged, “You don’t have to be shy with me, Rafe. We talked about this, all three of us.”
“Suddenly, the only thing I want to taste is you.”
I saw her shiver, right there in the tub. She blinked faster, her cheeks flushing.
“Come here,” I said, bending over her.
I leaned in and kissed her mouth, soft and sweet, just like I remembered from the night she woke up crying. But I went deeper, stroking my tongue in her mouth, her wet hands gripping my shirt.
“I got you wet,” she said, biting her lip.
“Then I should return the favor,” I told her archly.
I picked her up out of the tub and stood her on the rug. She grabbed a towel, not to cover herself, but to start drying off. I was glad she wasn’t hiding her body from me. She was short and curved in the right places, her hips fuller than I expected, her small breasts perfect with tight pink nipples. I snaked my arm around her waist and covered her left nipple with my mouth, sucking it between my lips and rolling my tongue over it. I felt her jerk, heard her gasp. Her wet, slippery skin, the flowery taste of her soap, all of it threatened to overwhelm me. I went to my knees, kissed my way down the curve of her stomach. I lifted her right leg, hooked the knee over my shoulder and buried my face between her legs.
“Oh God,” I said against her soft heat. I loved it, loved the slippery salty flavor of her, the plump lips I spread with my fingers and made her shudder. I ate her for a few minutes, licking and sucking. When I reached her clit, I tugged it with my lips, flicked the tip of my tongue over it as her legs quivered and she sobbed my name.
I stopped, leaving her right on the edge, and stood up. I kissed her with the taste of her sex still in my mouth. “I’m going to have you tonight. All of you.”
She whimpered, a pout of frustration on her lips. She rocked against me, her nipples tight and hard against my wet shirt. She tipped her face up to mine, her fingers playing at the back of my neck. She rubbed her lips along my jaw, her hands in my hair. She kissed my neck, softly at first, and I felt the roll of warm arousal until she bit me, sucking hard at my neck. I groaned.
“So, did you get the chop suey I like?” she asked brightly, moving past me and slipping on the sheep tank top and stepping into her pink flannel pants.
She combed her wet hair and twisted it up into a messy bun. While I stood there with my mouth half open just contemplating the fact that she had bitten me on the throat and wasn’t wearing underwear of any kind. My brain couldn’t compute either of those things, much less how cheerful she sounded. I was pretty sure I growled low in the back of my throat before turning to follow her to the kitchen.
I watched her open a bottle of wine without even offering to help. She poured two glasses and handed me one. I drank like I was parched. I wasn’t sure that I could sit across from her at the table and eat. It was possible that I’d climb up on the table, knock everything off of it and start devouring her from head to toe. She sat down like it was nothing, like I hadn’t just taken her to the edge of ecstasy and backed off. Maybe it was revenge, her driving me crazy as payback.
She stared flipping paper cartons open and poking around at the contents like she was a normal person ready to eat supper and not the woman I was five seconds from ravishing on the nearest surface. She cut her eyes to me, looking ready to laugh.