Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
My fingers tease at the hem of her dress, ready to yank it off too. But she sets a hand on my chest. “What about protection?”
My lips quirk up. It’s hard to say this without seeming like sex has been premeditated. “I have one.”
I brace myself for…attitude. She might think that me carrying is presumptuous.
Her eyes sparkle though. “You have a condom because you planned to fuck me tonight?”
I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment, then admit the truth. “I’ve had it since the day in the trailer. I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”
I open my eyes, and the wicked delight has not left her face.
“You have a lot of restraint,” she says, grabbing at my jeans, unbuttoning them but not taking them off me yet.
“I don’t know about that. Doesn’t feel like I’ve been restrained at all around you.”
“And you’re not going to be restrained tonight,” she says, and then she strips off her dress.
It feels like ages ago that I last saw her naked, even though it was just yesterday. But I gaze at her in her bra and panties like a ravenous man.
After seven years, I finally get to have her the way I’ve dreamed about. For seven years, she’s drifted in and out of my life. Now she’s all the way in it. Dangerously in the middle. If we’re not careful, we could mess with a good thing—the bakery. Sex complicates everything.
It’s already more than sex.
I tell that voice to shut the fuck up as Mabel bites the corner of her lips. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I blink because, holy shit. I got a little lost in my thoughts, and here she is, taunting me.
“To do this,” I say and rope my arms around her chest, unhooking her bra, letting the white cotton fall to the floor and those gorgeous globes swing free. Full, lush breasts greet me. Dusky nipples. Hard peaks. My cock aches, an insistent throb in my jeans.
I can’t stop staring at her.
“Get it, Corbin,” she urges.
I shake my head, amazed, impressed with this woman. I slide a hand up the back of her thigh, smooth, soft flesh, savoring the feel of her. I lift her thigh up, raising her leg slightly off the table. “Do me a favor. Will you?”
She juts up a shoulder. “Maybe,” she teases.
I dip my face to dust a kiss across her delicious lips, making her whimper when I break the kiss far too soon. I take a step back, lower her thigh, glide my hands down her legs to her knees, then I meet her hot gaze. “Part these pretty legs and show me how much you want it.”
With a shudder, she spreads her thighs, offering me the most fantastic view ever—the soaking wet panel of her white panties. A groan rips from the center of my chest, loud and carnal. A rasp that gives away exactly how much I want her.
I drop to the floor, kneeling, spreading her thighs. Dragging my nose along the panel, I inhale the scent of her pussy. My brain sizzles. My skin is on fire.
She spreads her thighs farther while roping her fingers through my hair. I plant a kiss on the fabric, then flick my tongue along it, tasting how hot and turned on she is even through her panties. She trembles. Grips me harder. Shudders.
I tap her ankle. “Ask me again,” I murmur against all that wetness.
“What?” she asks, dreamily, rocking against my mouth already.
“Ask me what I’m waiting for.”
In a breathy voice, she complies. “What are you waiting for?”
I meet her gaze. Her eyes are hooded. “I want to taste you all over my face.”
She moans. Grips me harder. And I tease her more, kissing her undies, winding her up, homing in on her swollen clit. She clamps her thighs against my face and shudders. “Oh, god.”
That sound. Those words. I grab her panties, yank them to the side, and clamp my mouth on her pulsing, needy clit. She cries out, a breathy gasp as she tries to fuck my mouth.
“Don’t worry, Firecracker. I’ll take care of you,” I say, reveling in the hot, wet taste. In seconds, she’s thrusting, jerking, and falling apart.
And holy fuck. That did not take long at all. I feel ten feet tall. Like a king. Like I won the Cup.
When she comes down, she blows out a breath, saying, “That was a surprise.”
“You don’t usually come that hard?”
“No,” she says, sounding drunk off me. Pride radiates through my chest.
“Well, then let’s test it again.” I rise up and free my aching cock. She gasps, hitching in a breath as she stares at me.
Finally, she tears her eyes away. “Give me your cock.”
“Oh, you’re getting it, sweetheart. You’re definitely getting it.”
She arches a brow playfully, wraps a warm hand around my dick, and lets out an appreciative sigh.