Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Gazing up at him, I lifted my hand to cup his jaw. His arms tightened around me, and my stomach flipped when he pressed a tender kiss to my temple. “I don’t think I ever fell out of love with you,” I confessed, and his eyes darkened as he listened to me. “No other man has ever made me feel like you do,” I whispered, and the next thing I knew, his lips were crashing down on mine. A soft sigh escaped me because I’d missed kissing him. Derek emitted a rough sound as he lifted me from between his thighs, never breaking the kiss as he climbed on top of me while sliding his tongue between my lips.
“It was always you,” he murmured, breaking the kiss. “I never forgot you. You were always in here.” He took my hand and placed it over his heart. “I love you so much, Milly.”
My head spun at his confession, butterflies invading every inch of my body, but then Derek was kissing me again, and I felt like I might burst from the heat of him, the desire he stirred in me. I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me, and as he groaned while pressing his hard, thick length against my inner thigh, I suspected he wanted me just as badly.
“Derek,” I begged breathily as he broke the kiss again to move down my body. My pulse thrummed as he shoved my dress up, his eyes darkening at the sight of my lacy underwear. A guttural noise escaped him, and before I knew it, his head was between my legs as he slid the lace to the side and dipped his tongue into me. A shudder went through me, and Derek made a satisfied groan like he’d never tasted anything sweeter. My head fell back against the pillows as he tongued my slit. Then my heart raced when his strong hands encouraged me to lift my hips so he could pull my underwear off. He spread me wide, and I was certain I looked a hot mess as he speared me with a molten stare then went back to work, this time adding his fingers as he slid them inside me while his tongue laved at my clit.
“Oh!” I cried, my nipples tight, an orgasm building as I fisted the sheets.
Derek reached up, pushing the strap of my dress over my shoulder and tugging it down to free my breast. He caressed me then flicked my nipple with his thumb, over and over, matching the flicks of his tongue on my clit. I was going to come so fast it wasn’t even funny, but then his tongue slowed down to a lazy tempo, his fingers slowing too, and I let out a cry of frustration. His deep chuckle almost ruined me. It vibrated through me and very nearly triggered an orgasm by itself.
“Not yet, Camille,” Derek tutted, his eyes at half-mast as they slowly surveyed me. “I want you to come on my cock the first time.” Bloody hell, who was this man? I always imagined sex with Derek would be intense, but I never predicted how natural it would feel to let him take the lead, let him decide when and how I came.
He rose up, standing from the bed and leaving me there in a state of messy arousal, half undressed. He undid his jeans, his gaze swallowing me whole as he shoved them down his legs and kicked them off before pulling his shirt over his head. I allowed myself to take him in, hyperventilating as my gaze travelled over his hard abs and the trail of dark hair that faded under his boxer briefs. My mouth watered. Derek picked his jeans back up, pulled out his wallet and removed a condom. He threw it down on the comforter and shot me a sinful smirk as he rejoined me on the bed.
“You’re so …” I trailed off and he arched a curious eyebrow.
“So …?” he encouraged, and I knew I was flushing because all the heat in my body seemed to have gathered in my face.
“Sexy,” I finished bravely. “And handsome.”
His smirk transformed into a radiant smile as his hand went to my neck, tilting my head so he could kiss me at the precise angle he wanted. “You’re sexy, too, but I think I may have told you that before.” With practiced hands, Derek made short work of relieving me of my dress and bra, talking all the while. “You’re also beautiful and clever and kind and very, very fucking seductive, but you barely even know it. I can hardly think straight when you’re in the room.”
Reaching up, he unravelled the scrunchy that was holding back my hair, releasing the heavy tresses. Kneeling before me, his mouth fell open a little as he took me in. He ran his hand down his face, like he was so turned on it was stressing him out, and that made me smile.