Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
By the time he pauses, I’m left panting, my body aflame with a need I never knew existed. My core throbs, and I can feel the damp evidence of my arousal against my inner thighs. The combination of his firm hand and tender words has unraveled me completely, leaving me yearning for more.
My body is on fire as my core throbs with desire.
But it’s not just arousal pooling in my stomach.
It’s something else.
Something deeper.
Something I’m not ready to examine too closely.
“Steele,” I whisper.
He shifts me gently in his arms before lifting me like I weigh nothing and carrying me down the hall toward his bedroom. Every step sends a shiver racing across my skin. My ass still stings in the most delicious way. I’m shaking and lightheaded. Caught between the hazy afterglow of everything that just happened and the growing anticipation of what’s still to come.
Steele nudges open the bedroom door with his foot and then moves toward the bed with a steady, deliberate pace. He lowers me onto the mattress with a gentleness that makes my heart twist.
He leans over, one hand planted beside my head, as he stares down at me. His eyes burn with a dark, hungry intensity that sends a shockwave straight through me.
“That,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “was just a little taste of what I’m going to give you.”
His words settle low in my belly, lighting me up from the inside out.
When his mouth finds the curve of my collarbone and brushes over it before nipping the skin lightly, I arch into him without thinking, seeking more.
Needing more.
He grips the hem of my shirt and drags it upward, pulling it over my head and baring me to the cool air and his gaze. He steps back for a beat, gaze sweeping over me like I’m the most captivating thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His hands slide around my back to unclasp my bra, the tension of the fabric easing before he slides it down my arms and tosses it aside. The worshipful way he looks at me makes me ache everywhere.
He reaches out, toying with the little buds, brushing them with his thumbs until they pebble beneath his touch.
“Have I mentioned how much I love your nipples?” he asks, a teasing edge to his tone.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
The smile he flashes is wicked. “Then I’ve been remiss.”
He tweaks both at once, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core. I arch up into his hands, greedy for more.
“So damn eager,” he mutters, trailing his mouth across the curve of one breast. “And so fucking responsive.” He palms my chest, kneading gently before pinching both peaks again. “He never understood what he had, did he?”
There’s no name mentioned, but we both know who he means.
I can’t bring myself to speak. Not when every cell in my body is exploding like fireworks under his touch.
His hands drift down my ribs, leisurely and reverently, like he’s savoring every inch he’s finally allowed to touch.
The cool air hits the slickness between my thighs, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hands as they roam lower, his fingers teasing, never quite giving me enough.
“You’re soaked for me,” he growls against my ear. “Fucking dripping, baby.”
I whimper, pressing back against his hand, desperate for more contact, for anything.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Letting me touch you. Letting me feel how badly you need it.”
He brushes his fingers along my core, featherlight, teasing me until I’m squirming beneath him.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Lilah,” he rasps, dragging his mouth along the curve of my hip. “I think about you spread out for me like this every damn time I close my eyes.”
A desperate, broken sound tears from my throat as he finally strokes me where I need him most, until my muscles are tightening with need.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Let me feel you. Let me make your body sing the way no one else ever has. Let me show you exactly who you belong to.”
And God help me, I want it.
I want all of it.
“Turn over,” Steele orders. “I want to see that gorgeous ass in the air.”
For a second, I’m too dazed to move, too wrapped up in the heat of his hands and the low gravel of his command.
Then his fingers slide down to my clit, tapping it once. It’s firm yet teasing. “Did you hear me, lucky charm?”
The lazy warning in his tone sends a shiver down my spine as I shift, rolling onto my stomach. The cool kiss of the sheets meets my flushed skin as I lift my hips obediently into the air, offering myself without a second thought.
And just like that, I’m his again.
Every thought.
Every trembling inch of my body belongs to him.