Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
This kiss was so different from the one in the hospital. That one had been tender, slow, and filled with promise. This one was so much more—hot, wet, devouring. I held on to his shoulders, kissing him back, my tongue brushing his, before I shifted to suck at his lower lip. I wanted more. More of everything, more of West, and the feel of him against me.
He pulled back, his mouth grazing my neck, my collarbone. His hand cupped my breast, lifting it to his mouth. He nipped at the tip, shards of pleasure spiking through me and straight between my legs. I moaned, arching up into his mouth. I twined my legs around him, my brain coming online just long enough to say, “Please tell me you have a condom.”
In answer, West shifted to the side, reaching for the bedside table. I heard the crinkle of plastic, and he came back with a bright green square in his hands. “Hang on to this for me,” he said, pressing it into one hand as he dipped lower, his mouth sliding between my breasts, tongue tasting my belly button. I had a moment of panic, a flush of unexpected shyness. I’d kissed him, had been eager, no, desperate to get naked with him. But now, his face between my legs, my brain started to spin from desire to nerves, right up until his tongue flicked out, hot and wet on my clit. My brain shut off abruptly. Anything that felt that perfect had to be a good idea.
“Oh God, West.” A finger slid inside me, then another, stretching me, getting me ready as he licked and sucked, every pull on my clit sending sharp waves of pleasure up my spine and into my brain. It was too much. Too much and so good. The orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I should have seen it coming, but the heat and weight of him, his mouth on me, it was too much. And then it was everything. I screamed out his name, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets, hips rocking into the hot suck of his lips, his thrusting fingers, and then it was all gone, his fingers nipping the condom out of my hand, and he was moving, the hard nudge of him filling me all the way until I let out a low groan.
“Oh, fucking God, West, you feel so good.”
“Avery,” was all he said. My knees came up tight to his sides, my hips rocking up, taking him deeper.
“So good,” I murmured, my eyes shut tight. I wasn’t usually a multiple orgasm kind of woman, but this, this was like nothing else. He filled me right to the point of too much, the steady, hard thrusts hitting every nerve.
“Oh God.” In the end, all I could do was hold on, my fingers grasping his shoulders, my hips rocking up, my eyes opening to see his face so close, his dark eyes half-lidded, hot with pleasure. “Avery,” he breathed. “Avery.” My body convulsed around him, pleasure spiking through me. West followed, gasping my name over and over, rolling at the last second so I settled on top of him. His mouth touched my neck in a soft kiss.
“Fucking amazing,” he breathed. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“Ditto,” I said, still trying to get my breath as he shifted me to the other side.
He disappeared across the room into what I guess was the bathroom. A minute later, he was back, slid into the bed beside me, pulling up the covers, drawing me into his arms. I collapsed against him, his shoulder under my ear, his bristled cheeks so close. I reached up to trace that full lower lip again.
“You’ve got a hell of a mouth there,” I said. Nudging his softening cock with my thigh, I added, “The rest of you isn’t bad either.”
“Right back at you,” he said, a laugh in his voice.
“Once is definitely not going to be enough,” I said, half to myself and half to West.
His chest rumbled with a laugh, sending a warm sensation spilling through me. “Once was never going to be enough, Avery. But now that I’ve had you, fuck no. Once is definitely not going to be enough.”
I was so warm, so comfortable. I snuggled in, stretching against him. “How much would be enough?” I mused aloud.
“I don’t know. We’ll just have to find out.”
Chapter Fifteen
AVERY
Ihad marketing materials to go over, but I gave in to the urge to lean over the vat of mash and take a deep, long breath. Sour, tangy, yeasty. God, I fucking loved it. My first attempt to recreate the fall brew was getting there. So far, so good.
I didn’t want to review new label designs and social media posts. I wanted to do something physical. Move those bags of hops from the pallet to the bin, maybe, or play with a new recipe. I needed to get my hands dirty. But work was work, and dealing with the office shit was part of running the brewery. At some point in the hopefully not-too-distant future, instead of hiring a new brewmaster, maybe I’d hire an office manager or whatever you call the life-saving person who wrangled the endless piles of paper and logistical phone calls that came with running a business—the stuff I didn’t like.