Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
My heart pounds against my ribs, and heat flashes through me so fast as it makes my breath shudder.
“Say it,” he demands, hushed and tender. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything you’re willing to give,” I breathe, my voice shaky but sure, the truth behind them has my ribs rattling. I do want anything and everything he’s capable of giving me.
Pure satisfaction stares back at me, like he’s been waiting for me to give him permission to unleash whatever’s caged up inside him, the thing he’s locked away from everyone else.
I want those things. I want a part of him that no one else has ever had. Something that’s only for me. For us. I don’t know what that might be, but I have no doubt we can find it. Maybe not out here, maybe not even tonight.
But we will find it; of that I have no doubt.
And then he’s moving, settling back in the farthest corner from me. His eyes are molten, and they’re like lava against my skin. I’m burning but I don’t want to put out the fire. I want him to feed my flame.
This space between us disappears in a blink as I give him what he’s silently demanding, going to him without a moment’s hesitation. His chest brushes mine, slick and hot from the water, his hand skimming up my sides to curve around the back of my neck.
“Come here.”
And then his mouth crashes down on mine, rough and hungry and desperate. Heat sears through me, and I gasp, but he swallows the sound, kissing me deeper, harder.
My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight. A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me, and his other hand slides through the water to grip my waist, hauling me closer until I’m straddling him, his thick, massive thighs flexing under my ass. He’s so tall that when he parts them just slightly, I slide even more against him.
A desperate sound slips past my lips when I feel him, hard and ready and right there, the thin barrier of his briefs doing nothing to soften the impact.
Our mouths are wild, our breathing ragged, and I feel his teeth scrape my bottom lip before his tongue follows, stroking deep, claiming every inch of me he can reach.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he rasps against my mouth. “You know that?”
“Good,” I pant.
His chuckle is dark and full of promises, and I roll my hips a little, reeling at the sharp hiss that leaves him. “Naughty,” he teases against my mouth before his leaves mine, but only to dip into my neck. His lips slide along my skin, making me tremble, and he sucks softly.
His hands sweep over my body, slick from the water, circling lazily beneath my bra line before he slips beneath it, his heated skin drawing goose bumps from my flesh as he teases the swell of my breasts before he cups me fully. His palms are callused, coarse in the sexiest way, but he teases me so gently.
His eyes drop to my chest, dark and heavy, tongue swiping across his bottom lip like he already tastes me there.
“Flawless,” he mutters, voice thick. “And mine.”
His thumb brushes my nipple, slow at first, then he rolls it between his fingers. I suck in a breath, and that’s all it takes.
He grins, but it’s not sweet.
It’s addictingly wicked, confident, because he knows how easily he can make me fall apart.
“You’re sensitive tonight,” he murmurs, tone gone husky. His hand dips, and it doesn’t stop until it’s inside my panties, pinching my clit just enough to make my hips jolt under the water. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
My head tips back with a soft gasp, fingers clutching the edge of the hot tub, searching for something—anything—to ground me.
And he doesn’t waste a second.
He leans in, mouth at my neck, and bites.
I moan into the air, steam all around and adding to the fire inside me. Then he’s kissing lower, dragging heat down my skin, his lips skimming over the swell of my chest and the further he gets, the higher my knees rise.
He pushes gently on my breastbone and I go willingly, my back flush with the heat of the spa, the chilled air hitting my pebbled nipples like frostbite, and I start to shake.
Then my hips are out of the water.
I’m laid out flat, the water like a blanket beneath me, his body the mattress that mine is resting on. And then he dips down, but nothing happens.
Eager, and panting, my head lifts a little, and only when my eyes lock onto his, does his mouth lower, rough over my needy center.
His tongue slides up my pussy, and a long, hushed growl rips from his chest.
My head falls back, and then my clit disappears into his mouth.
“Chase,” I gasp, already shaking. His tongue is hot, greedy, his mouth literally vibrating against my most sensitive spot.