Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I drop the basket and turn, crowding her up against the door. “That’s the idea.” I nuzzle her hair, and she wraps her soft arms around my waist. I let myself soak it in. The feel of her pressed against me, the faint vanilla-sugar scent of her hair, and that wild, contented little sigh she lets slip when she thinks I’m not listening. I slide my hands down to cup her ass and haul her closer. I could hold her here for hours. Hell, forever.
“You’re home now, sweetheart.” My voice comes out rougher than I mean for it to, but I don’t care. “You get used to letting me take care of you, or I’ll just have to keep reminding you.”
She laughs, nose scrunching up in a way that’s so damn cute I almost lose my train of thought. “You’re impossible, Burkhardt.”
“That’s not what you were screaming last night.” I drop my head and nip her jaw, loving the way her body melts against mine.
Her cheeks go cherry red, but her eyes spark pure mischief. “I seem to remember you loudly professing how much you enjoyed my talented little tongue.” Fuck. My cock wakes up and urges me to forget all about moving. Or better yet, I could pay someone to do this shit and concentrate on my girl instead.
I grab her jaw and drag her up for a filthy, tongue-tangling kiss. “Keep talking like that and I’ll bend you over the moving boxes and fuck you until you scream the damn building down.”
She moans, goes limp in my arms, but she’s got that stubborn glint in her eye. “You said you wanted to finish moving today. I’d hate to screw up your to-do list, boss man.”
“Sweetheart, fucking you IS my to-do list.” I back her into the wall, pin her there with my hips, and drag my hands down her sides. Every little curve, every shiver, belongs to me now. “You want to test me?”
She grins, pure trouble. “Maybe I do.”
Fucking hell. I don’t know whether to haul her straight to the bedroom or fuck her right here on the floor. My cock is already hard as iron and threatening to burst out of my jeans. I let go of her hips and yank her shirt up and over her head, drinking in the view of her perfect tits under the thin cotton bra. Fuck, she’s so beautiful I almost forget where I am. I want to rip that bra clean off and bury my face in her cleavage until she begs for mercy.
Instead, I hook my finger under the strap and snap it, just to hear her gasp. Her eyes go wide, cheeks flushed, breath coming faster. I can barely keep my hands steady as I drag the bra down her arms and toss it somewhere behind me.
Her nipples are already tight, begging for my mouth. I suck one into my mouth and bite down just hard enough to make her yelp and arch against me. I palm the other tit, rough and greedy, rolling the sensitive peak between my fingers while she trembles in my arms.
“God, Oliver.” Her voice comes out wrecked, desperate. “You’re supposed to be helping me move boxes, not undressing me.”
“Plans change,” I breathe against her soft skin. I bite the tip of her nipple and grin at the way she shivers. “You want me to stop?” My voice is rough, full of warning. Like there’s a world where I could walk away from this. From her.
She looks up at me, brown eyes wide and pupils blown. “If you stop, I’ll kick your ass.”
She’s fucking perfect. “I love you.” I yank her leggings down her hips, dragging the thin fabric over her thighs slowly just to tease her. The second I see she’s not wearing panties, my cock nearly bursts out of my jeans. “Fucking perfect.”
She grins, wild and greedy, wriggling her hips so I have to grip her tighter. “You told me to wear something easy to take off.”
“Smart girl.” I press her ass to the wall and spread her legs wide. I reach between us to fumble with my jeans. It takes two tries for me to wrangle them down to my hips and free my painfully hard cock. The second I get my cock out, she moans, loud and needy, and her legs snap around my hips like she’ll die if I don’t fuck her right now. Her pussy is already glistening, and the scent of her arousal just about knocks me sideways.
“Christ, look at you,” I growl, running my thumb over her slick folds. She’s so wet for me, I slick my cock through her heat twice just to torture both of us. The head swells, thick and flushed, and I almost lose my mind when she rubs herself against it and begs for more.