Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Let’s see if you can,” she challenged, her eyes glittering.
He met the challenge twice over, and in less than fifteen minutes.
When their meal arrived, Saskia ducked beneath the covers, and he pulled on a robe from the bathroom. The waiter laid the tray on the desk as Clay fished in his pants for the tip.
After the young man left, Clay carried the tray to the bed, setting it between them as Saskia sat cross-legged, the sheet draped over her. Dipping a French fry in ketchup, she popped it in her mouth, moaning as she chewed.
Holy hell. The sounds this woman made.
Instead of cutting the burger in half, she took a bite, then handed it to him. It was so damned intimate, sharing bites, handing the burger back and forth, feeding each other French fries. Until the plate was empty.
She flopped back on the bed. “I needed that so bad.”
He needed the taste of her, the feel of her. It was still dark. Maybe not even past midnight. They had all night.
With the plate scraped clean, he carried the tray back to the desk.
“I’m going to use the bathroom.” Jumping from the bed, she closed the door. He heard water running. Not the sink but the tub. He waited. Then she opened the door, steam billowing out, her body wrapped in a towel.
“They have the biggest tub in here.” She crooked her finger. “Let’s take a bath.”
He’d do anything she wanted. The water was almost too hot, but she sank into it as if it were the sweetest luxury she’d ever known. She squeezed shampoo from the minuscule bottle, and bubbles rose in the water.
Climbing in, he slid down behind her, pulling her flush against his chest.
She stretched. “I do so love a bubble bath after a long, hard day.”
“I love a bubble bath after good, hot sex.” Not that he’d ever indulged.
She laughed. “I like it then too. But it has been a long, long time.”
He still marveled at that. How had the woman gone without sex for five years? He wanted to make sure she never had to go without it again.
Then he remembered. Only one night.
He had to make it so good she’d change her mind.
Starting his campaign right then, he smeared bubbles over her breasts, gently tweaking the tips between his fingers, sliding his hands down between her legs, until she writhed against him.
They played with each other, her taking him in hand, stroking him, bringing him to the edge but not pushing him over. He repaid her in kind, making her tremble and beg until he pulled away. They teased, touched, stroked, licked, sucked. And kissed. Such slow, delicious kisses.
Until neither of them could stand it a moment longer.
Standing, water streaming down his body, he pulled her up with him, then stepped out of the tub. He dried them both with the big, fluffy towel, and she moaned as if it was foreplay. Then he hauled her up, drawing her legs around his waist, and carried her to bed. Letting her slide to the mattress, he came down on top of her, spread her legs, and tasted her, loving the sweetness of her skin, the fragrant scent of her, the way her body quivered when she was ready to come. This time, he didn’t stop, instead taking her over the edge, feasting on her as she cried out his name.
He would make this last all night.
And hopefully far longer.
Chapter Six
He was so good at finding the most sensitive parts of her. As if he knew her body inside and out. He made her world implode. She didn’t know if she could survive an entire night of this. He was just too, too good.
She’d turned the clock away so she wouldn’t have to think about when this would end. By God, she would enjoy every moment until the sun shone through the window.
He licked his way up her body until he lay on top of her, kissing her with the taste of herself all over his mouth. It was so erotic, so sensuous.
“I should’ve bought more than one condom pack,” she moaned.
He laughed. “We can send out for more.” Then he swiped his tongue across her lips, tantalizing her. “Or we can save the last condom for the finale. And do every other thing we can think of until then.”
His thoughts were so sexy. “I like that.” She pushed him to his back, crawling down his body until she could take him in her mouth. “Do you want to come?” she asked. “Or do you want to wait?”
He looked out the window at the halos of fog around the streetlights, then back at her. “Make me come again. I’ll still have more left for later.”
He was young, he was virile, he could go forever, she was sure. She took him in all the way, licking and sucking, holding him in her hand, squeezing him. Over and over until he trembled. She’d never had sex all night long. But everything was different with Clay.