Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Says the man who seems to always start something he can’t finish.” I pull my key card out and use it to open the door, all the while looking at her with an eyebrow quirked up. “Okay, fine, except for the other night. That was hot, and I want to watch you lose control, minus our clothes. Please?”
“You won’t ever hear me tell you no when it comes to us being together, Coralynn.” The door opens. The lights in the sitting room are dim, and the door leading to the balcony is ajar.
“Wow, I’m having regrets about not taking you up on the offer to room with you.” She breaks away from me and heads straight for the outdoor area. I follow behind her. I’d suggested earlier in the week that she could cancel her reservation and stay with me, which is where she’d more than likely end up anyway. She didn’t want to put me out, insisting she’d be coming and going at all hours of the day to help Shae. Which, from the text she sent early this morning, was the absolute truth. They had to go through one final walk-through. I’d barely been awake when the text went off, and Coralynn was on her second cup of coffee, complaining that it could have been an email all along and that Shae’s wedding planner is a pain in her ass.
Along the way, I kick off my shoes, pull my shirt over my head, discarding it near a chair, and work my belt off. Through it all, she’s moving from place to place.
The cool outside air has dipped lower in temperature, and while I’d usually worry about her being outside in only a robe, slippers, and a slip of fabric beneath, the outdoor heaters will keep her warm, especially when I notice her turning around, hands working the ends of the tie, and she’s pulling on it in a way that’s telling.
“Tony.” It’s then she realizes I’m not in a shirt, and she’s opening her robe. A shrug of her shoulders has the fabric falling to the ground. The buttery soft undergarments she has on come into view: delicate lace edging, deep purple in color. And fuck me, Coralynn’s body comes to life right before my very eyes. Goose bumps appear on her flesh, nipples pebble into hard tips, and her thighs… Sweet Lord have mercy, I watch as the muscles tighten when she’s trying to tame the need rolling through her.
“Coralynn, think you need to know before this goes any further that what we have isn’t some kind of fling. I’m in it for the long haul. My question is, are you?” This conversation should have happened before now, except that before this week, the woman would run from me anytime I came around. I’ve got a distinct feeling she’s about to do something I least expect her to do.
“I’m well aware, and as long as you realize going in this with your eyes wide open that I will not ever have the wedding planner from hell.” Her fingers tug at the ends of her top, pulling it up, showing the skin of her stomach, and I’m having a hard time processing what she’s saying to me.
“Keep going, trouble.” It’s a double entendre, wanting to hear what she has to say as well as watching her give me the hottest fucking striptease of my lifetime.
“I think this conversation can wait till later. We both get the point. There’s something a lot more interesting we could be doing instead.” With that, she whips her top off and drops it to the ground, then does the same to her bottoms. She is completely naked, with teardrop breasts, rosebud nipples, a slight curve to her abdomen, hips that flare out before tucking in, and that’s not all. She’s completely bare. The lips of her pussy are coated in wetness, saturating her thighs.
When she turns around, shooting a look over her shoulder and making my dick ache, Coralynn is essentially running away from me, but this time, when I chase after the not-so-elusive woman, we’ll both be in for a treat. I strip out of my jeans when I see where she’s headed. Each step she takes, each sway of her hips, and I’m unable to look away. Coralynn’s curves have my mouth watering, my eyes glued to her peach-shaped ass, knowing by the end of the night, she’ll be mine.
She’s a dream come fucking true. There’s light splash of water as she lowers her body into the hot tub and tosses her hair to one side, seeing where I am in terms of going after her. I’m hot on her heels, taking the steps a fuck of a lot faster than she did. Although the striptease seduction was more than worth the wait, the need to have my hands on her skin, to grip her hips, to kiss her lips, and to feel her pressed against me, well, it’s making my mind spin out of control.