Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“I missed you, too,” I whisper.
“I need to taste you, baby. I’ve been thinking about it all fucking day and if I don’t, I’m going to go crazy.”
My eyes widen, but he kisses me again before I can say anything.
He tastes like the beer he must have had before coming up here, and he’s still buzzing from work, the way he always does on late nights, and the heat coming off him is a warning before he hoists me onto his lap like I weigh nothing at all. He doesn’t wait for me to untangle, just slides his big hand up my shirt, pushes the cotton over my breasts and finds them with both hands at once, like he simply can’t decide.
I try to say something funny, but the only noise that leaves my mouth is some husky groan, and he drowns it out by pulling my nipple between his teeth. His tongue is expert, never lazy, never just going through the motions. If anything, Travis seems to have made it a personal vendetta to prove, nightly, that no one will ever touch me again and come close to this.
He gets my shirt over my head and throws it somewhere into the dark and when he brings his lips to the valley between my collarbone, he growls. “I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet your skin is all fucking day.” He slips a hand behind my neck, takes my braid and tugs backward until I’m arched against his chest. I am only wearing a pair of panties beneath the shirt, and he has them removed in seconds.
He flips us, pins me to the mattress with his forearms on either side of my face, then kisses a line down my stomach to below my hipbones where I am already aching. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and then he licks the inside of my thigh, so slow, so hungry, that my toes curl against the sheet. I reach for his head, trying to push him lower, but he chuckles against my flesh. “Easy, baby, I’m taking my time.”
He lives up to that promise, tongue and teeth and fingers, bringing me right to the edge, letting me dangle there. He has always been a methodical bastard, but tonight he is relentless and I am already trying not to scream because we haven’t even truly started yet. This is just his warm-up, as he likes to call it, but to me, it’s pure torture. In the best way, of course.
He finishes me with his mouth, still holding my hips down, and when I come so hard I almost black out, he pushes himself up over me and grins. “Think you just woke up half the neighborhood. Let’s see if we can wake up the other half...”
He shoves his jeans off, then he is on me, his body hot and hard. “Look at me,” he says, and fuck it turns me on when he is bossy.
I do, meeting that incredible gaze as he pushes in slow, filling me all at once. I gasp—he’s thick, hard, and so deep I feel the shock all the way up my chest. He shudders a little, kisses me again, and I can feel the need radiating off him. The world narrows to the point where our bodies meet, this endless, grinding friction. He sets a rhythm, slow at first, driving all the way in and then pulling back until I want to scream. His hands brace around my head, one thumb tracing my cheek, the other threading into my hair and tugging slightly.
I arch into him, desperate to feel more.
Every angle of him is solid and rough and hot, his arms caging me in, his hips grinding with the kind of focus that is so intense it takes my breath away. He fucks like there is nothing else in the world, no one else, just this, just us. When he shifts, my legs slide apart even more, and he takes it as a sign, lifts them up until my knees are higher and he is slamming in harder, so deep I feel every ridge and pulse.
“There you go,” he says, his voice a raspy mess. “Just like that, baby. Let me feel you.”
He doesn’t let up, not losing the rhythm even when I start shaking, my legs numb, my hands clawing at his shoulders. He holds me tight. He fucks me through one orgasm into another, lets me ride out the aftershocks on his cock, then pulls out just enough, circles my clit with his finger and strokes while he keeps moving inside me.
His own release comes with a growl that is so low, and so guttural, it makes my skin tingle. He keeps going through it, fucking every drop into me until the shivers become unbearable and he finally collapses, sweat-soaked, on top of me. For a long time, we just breathe together. His chest is hot against mine, heartbeat hammering, and he keeps his arms around me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.