Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
The Madison’s not a shithole by any means, but it’s not the Four Seasons, either. One of my large bags sits on the table and the other is on the floor.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, looking self-conscious.
I move closer to her, putting a hand on her waist and using my other one to tip her chin up so our eyes meet. “Neither have I. And I’ve never had ... this.”
She leans closer to me, and I bend slightly and kiss her softly. She puts a hand around my neck and the other on my upper arm, her touch igniting something inside me.
I deepen the kiss, moving my hand from her waist to her lower back. This warm sense of elation is foreign to me. There’s no doubt or struggle here—it just feels incredible and right. I want more.
Her soft curves press against me and I slide my hand beneath her sweater to the bare skin at the small of her back. When she gasps, I pull back slightly.
“Did you want to go slower? I don’t want to bypass making out if it’s important to you.”
She laughs. “How are you real? I just can’t with how sweet you are. I’m good skipping the hickeys and dry humping.”
“Thank fuck.”
I take her waist, easing her into a sitting position at the foot of the bed. Then I get on my knees in front of her.
“These pants are criminal.” I unzip the side of one of her booties, taking her foot in my hand and sliding it off. “I got hard just watching you walk to and from the bathroom.”
“Oh, you like these?” She cups my face in her hands.
“With you in them, yeah. Your body is incredible.”
She arches her brows. “Don’t put me on a tall pedestal. I’ve had two kids.”
I can’t believe she has any uncertainty about her beauty. After taking off her other shoe, I tell her to move back on the bed, and I straddle her, unfastening her pants. She exhales softly as I move, pushing her sweater up so I can kiss her soft stomach and the thin waistband of her underwear.
“Oh my god ...” She moans softly. “Close the curtains.”
“No one can see in,” I assure her.
“I know, but it’s bright in here.”
I grasp the waistband of her pants, slowly removing them and kissing my way down her skin as I expose it.
“Magnus,” she says softly.
She’s pulled the sweater back down to cover her stomach. I stand beside the bed, unbuttoning my dress shirt and adding it to the floor where I left my jacket. My undershirt follows, Blair moaning softly as it comes up and off.
“Look at those abs,” she says softly.
“I hardly have them, and it’s only from hockey.”
She smiles and gets into a sitting position, leaning on her hand. “Liar. You have a perfect body.”
“Perfect for you. And yours is perfect for me.”
I unfasten my pants and take them off, following with my boxer briefs. Her cheeks flush light pink as she takes in my body.
“Wow,” she whispers.
I get back on the bed—on my knees—as I gather both sides of her sweater.
“No.” Her soft tone is pleading.
“Yes. Trust me.”
She relents and lets me take off the sweater, leaving her in just a lacy white bra that hugs her large breasts perfectly. I brush my fingers over her breasts and she moans raggedly.
I could spend a long time on just her breasts, but not now. I take off her bra and toss it to the floor. She immediately lies back down, putting her hands over her stomach.
I take one of her hands and guide it to my erection. I’m almost painfully hard; all the desire I’ve felt for her welled inside me.
“This is how I feel about your body,” I say. “I thought you knew. I’m not a man who feeds a woman dessert in front of his coach and teammates when she’s not even my girl. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.”
She lightly strokes her hand up and down my length, making me groan. My entire body is wound tight with need. After a few strokes, I have to still her hand.
“I’ve wanted you, too. And I can’t believe we’re ... here.”
“I’d rather this be somewhere beautiful and romantic, but the Madison is the best I can do for now.”
“Magnus, no.” She takes my hand. “I meant here like ... together. Seeing if what we think is real really is real.”
I move over her, lowering myself to kiss her again. She moans and puts a hand around my neck, the fingers of her other hand lightly grazing my cock.
With a low hiss, I capture her hand and pin it over her head, bringing on an even deeper moan.
She told me at dinner that she has a birth control implant, even though she hasn’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m so out of practice that I should wear two condoms so I can last longer, but I want her too badly.