Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Her brows pulled. “What would you fuck up?”
“I don’t know. It feels unnatural to not have my hands on you. But I’m afraid if I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Why would you have to stop?”
“I don’t want to scare you away with too much, too fast.”
She smiled and turned to face me. “You told me at dinner that you wanted to hear the sound of me choking while you filled my throat, and I’m still here.”
My eyes dropped to her neck. I swallowed. “There’s so much I want to do to you.”
Sloane tilted her head and spoke softly. “Like what?”
I lifted my eyes and met hers. “You really want to know?”
She nodded.
I sucked back a big gulp of wine and allowed my eyes to rake up and down her body. “For starters, I want to tear that dress from your body.”
“I saw the tag on this dress. Maybe we can unzip it?”
I shook my head. “I’ll buy you another one. I want the pieces on the floor, scattered around your feet while I spend a few minutes looking at you in nothing but your bra and underwear and those sexy-as-fuck heels.”
Sloane sipped her wine. “Sorry, can’t do that.”
“No?”
“I don’t have anything on underneath this dress.”
I hissed out a breath. “Did you do that for me?”
She nodded. “Will just the heels work?”
“I might have to add a picture to my screen saver collection.”
Sloane smiled. “Then what?”
I lifted my chin, gesturing to the window. “Then you press your hands to the glass and bend over, and I’ll drop to my knees and lick you while you look out at London.”
“Is the window privacy glass?”
A slow smile curved across my face as I shook my head. “Is that a problem?”
Sloane shivered. “No.”
I stepped forward and ran a single finger along the bare skin of her back, starting at the top of her spine. “Lick you might not be the right words. I’m going to devour you, bury my face in your pussy, and eat you until you come all over my tongue. I want you dripping.”
Sloane’s voice was breathy. “Oh God.”
I stepped fully behind her, pulled her hair to one side, and sucked along her pulse line. Her head lolled back, giving me full access. When she let out a little mewl, I pushed up against her, letting her know she wasn’t the only one affected.
“I’ve dreamed of tying you up, making you writhe in my bed until you beg.”
“Is that payback for making you wait?”
“Fifty-one days.”
Sloane blinked, as if from a haze. “What’s fifty-one days?”
“How long I’ve been waiting. Since the day I met you.”
Her features slackened. “You know how many days it’s been?”
“I know everything about the time I’ve spent with you.”
She swallowed, seeming to let my comment sink in. “I think we need to get back to the dirty talk or I’m going to ruin the moment with a sappy cry. I can feel the Hallmark tears marching toward my eyes now.”
My lip quirked. “Not a problem.”
“Tell me what else you’ve dreamed about.”
I nipped at her shoulder blade. “I want to watch your face while you come.”
“That’s still sweet. What else you got?”
“I have a typed-up list of shit I want to do to you. I was going to alphabetize it, but I wasn’t sure if numbers came before letters, or do I spell out sixty-nine?”
She smiled. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
I lifted my chin to her glass. “No more talking. Finish your wine.”
I might’ve been teasing about the typed-up list, but I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I’d spent hours imagining things I wanted to do to her. Yet her lifting the wineglass to her mouth and doing what I asked might have turned me on more than anything. I watched as she swallowed the last drop before I took the stem from her hand and set it on the counter next to my half-full glass.
Tonight’s dress had spaghetti straps and an open back with a short zipper that started at the waist. It would have taken two seconds to unzip and take it off. But tearing the straps was so much more fun. I grabbed the flimsy material from her shoulders and yanked. The silky fabric slid down her body in a way that would forever stay seared into my brain. It puddled to a pool of green around her feet.
I stepped back, though my body vibrated with the need to touch her. “Turn around. I want to look at you.”
I’d imagined this moment more than once, what she would look like standing before me naked. But whatever I’d conjured in my head didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Her gorgeous, real tits were full with the most perfect lilt to them. Purply-pink nipples stood at full attention, hard peaks begging to be sucked. I salivated staring at them, and I hadn’t even made my way down to the rest of her yet. My heart pumped so fast that it felt like I might die if I didn’t get started. Then my eyes dropped lower.