Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Gonna suck on your tits now,” I tell her before reaching down to grab the hem of her T-shirt. She doesn’t resist when I sweep it up over her head. When the sight of her lace-covered breasts come into view, I momentarily lose track of my thoughts. She’s a vision. Ripe, bouncy globes barely restrained by some elastic and lace. Her hands come up to cover herself, rousing me out of my stunned daze. “No, Irish, never hide from me. You’re too beautiful for that. Like I’ve written shit before about beautiful things, but I didn’t know what beauty was. I’m a fool.”
I pull down one cup until the nipple pokes out. It wobbles in the air, like an invitation to come and suck. I take that invitation and draw the nub into my mouth. Her hands land on my shoulders and then find their way into my hair. She inhales a shaky breath and clutches me to her chest.
“I shouldn’t be letting you do this. I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”
She sounds unsure.
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I growl. I move to her other tit and tease that nipple into a hard nub. “I just want to taste you. Your mouth wasn’t enough. I want to know how your tits feel in my mouth. I want to kiss your inner thighs and the backs of your legs. I want to slide my tongue right here.” I cup her sex through her jeans. “None of that has shit to do with sleeping.”
“You know what I meant.”
I pause in my trek down her stomach and peer up at her. “You tell me to stop and I won’t touch you again.”
She hesitates, and that’s enough answer for me. I pop the button on her jeans and slide them down. Her hands tremble on my shoulders as she uses me for balance to step out of one leg and then the other.
I boost her up on the bar and then spread her legs apart. The material covering her sex is darker, damp. My mouth waters.
“You look like a goddess up here on the bar. Like you own the place.”
She licks her lips nervously. “I do own the place.”
“So you do.” I don’t even feel stupid about my remark. My head’s filled with lust and need, and it’s shocking that I can even form a sentence. I smooth my hands along her inner thighs. The skin there is soft. Around her mouth and neck, I see signs of my beard. I drag a hand across my chin.
“Should’ve shaved but didn’t think I’d need to.”
Her hand comes to cover mine. “That actually makes me feel better. Like this wasn’t planned.”
“Irish, you have no idea how unplanned this is. I got in a taxi and told them to drive, and then I made them stop because the sign said Get Lucky, and that’s exactly what I want. A little luck. Just a taste.” I wink at her before leaning forward to press a kiss just shy of the crease of her leg. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the smell of her arousal. “You’re driving me crazy.” I push her knees apart and pepper kisses along her thighs. Her skin pebbles with goosebumps, and I can see her sex clenching against the thin covering of her lace panties.
I take my time, paying attention to her legs, the backs of her knees, the tender skin of her ankle. I kiss my way across the top of her feet even though she tries to tug them away. “I was on them all day,” she claims.
“A woman who works. I like it.” Her scent is honest and lovely.
I work my way back up, squeezing the muscles of her calves, loving the press of her thighs against my mouth. My nose nudges softly against her core.
“God, you’re sexy.” I laugh at myself. “This is now my favorite place in the world. You’re going to need to bolt this stool to the floor and put a plaque on it that says Here sat Dylan. He saw heaven and died on the spot.”
“You’re silly.” She brushes my hair away from my temple. “I’m going to have to bleach this spot. No one’s going to want to sit here after I’ve rubbed my ass all over the bar.”
“You’re wrong. You could probably charge extra, but since I’d have to kill anyone who even so much as got a whiff of how you smell, maybe bleach is for the best.” I run a finger up one edge of her panties. She shivers and tries to close her legs, but my big body is between them. There’s no escape from me.
I toy with her more, watching in fascination as the wet patch on her panties grows darker and larger. Her desire is spreading. I tug the cloth away, my finger brushing against her sensitive skin.