Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
I draw a sharp breath.
Next, he bites.
I gasp.
He lifts his face, raises an eyebrow. Asking if that was okay.
“Yes,” I murmur.
He rubs his chin against my exposed breast, the stubble from his short beard whisking across my skin. He’s sandpaper to my softness, and the contrast makes me squirm. Makes me want him. I reach for his chest, my fingers playing with the wiry hair on his pecs.
A grunt falls from his lips. He looks up, and in a flash he’s on the bed, straddling me, pinning my wrists down. “You trying to touch me?” he asks, but it’s not aggressive. It’s curious. Playful. Like he always is with me.
“I am,” I admit.
He lifts his chin. “You can touch me when I fuck you.”
I shiver. From ribbons to words. “Now you’re really teasing me.”
He smirks. “I know.”
I exhale into the good feelings, then relax into the bed when he lets go of my wrists, expecting Banks to travel down my body. Instead he moves to the side, lying next to me, kissing my neck. My clavicle. My shoulder.
I shudder, luxuriating in him.
He dusts a soft kiss to the top of my arm, then spends a good, long time kissing his way down, turning me soft and liquid everywhere as I realize what he’s doing. He’s kissing each bird on my skin.
As the strength of that hits me, I turn to him, our chests flush, and kiss his mouth—hard, deep, and passionate. We kiss till we’re twisting together, our bodies seeking even more contact.
With some reluctance, he breaks the embrace, then pushes me down to my back. Moving along my body, his lips whisk over each breast, travel down my belly, then to my hips.
I’m gasping and arching, desperately hoping he gets the message, when he looks up at me with a satisfied smirk. “Ask for it.”
I’m too turned on to taunt him back. “Go down on me,” I plead.
“Beg for it.” His lips twitch, then his eyes drift so he’s staring between my legs. “Beg for my mouth.”
I grow wetter from the demand. “Please. I’m begging you, Banks.”
That’s all it takes. Scooping me up, he flips me over to all fours. “Ass up,” he instructs, and I comply as heat sparks through my whole body.
Moving behind me, he settles, then hauls me up higher and dives in, kissing my pussy without mercy.
The sounds I make are long and carnal. I didn’t realize how much I needed this till he put me in this position. “Need you. Want you,” I murmur as he kisses my wetness.
Stopping briefly, he mutters, “I know.”
“So cocky,” I say, but it comes out strangled when he flicks his tongue up and down my aching core.
Soon words and taunts become meaningless. He takes me apart with each delicious flick till I’m shaking. I grab at the sheets, clutching them for dear life as his fingers dig into my flesh and his mouth owns me.
I’m dissolving into the bed, panting, moaning. My breathing turns shallow, and I’m close, so damn close. One more flick of his tongue, then he fastens his mouth to my clit and sucks, and pleasure pulses everywhere inside me—a wave relentlessly heading to the shore. With a final hungry groan from him, the wave crashes.
I break apart into moans and sensations, into lust and emotions, into this endlessly wonderful moment with this man. With my face pressed against the covers, I try to catch my breath. He must move off me, because the sound of a zipper coming undone filters by, then the noise of clothes being shed.
A few seconds later, Banks is back on the bed, a foil packet in hand, and he’s gently turning me to my side. He spoons me, kissing my neck, running his hands along my arms. “Want to fuck you like this,” he murmurs.
“Do it,” I urge.
He nips at my neck harder, biting. “Fuck, Ripley. You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he mutters.
“Same,” I pant out.
“Yeah?” It’s asked full of wonder.
I don’t answer with words but actions, wriggling against him, trying to get closer. He jerks my body tightly to his, gripping me like he never wants to let go, kissing me madly for a breathless second. Then he stops, rolls on the condom, and nudges the head of his cock against my slickness, letting out a staggered breath. “Need you. Want you,” he growls, repeating my words from earlier as he fills me.
With a wicked smile I say, “I know.”
He doesn’t reply in kind saying so cocky, like I did to him moments ago. Instead, he says, gravelly and vulnerably at the same time, “Good. I want you to know how much I want you. How much I need you.”
That last verb echoes in the night air. Need. As he moves in me, I feel it too. All this need. Words break apart. We’re both reduced to gasps. Groans. Heated sighs. He wraps one arm around my shoulders, the other around my waist.