Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
“But what if I can’t come now?” She wiggles and rubs her thighs together. “I feel like a bottle of champagne you stuffed the cork back into.”
Jesus, she’s so fucking cute.
“I will dedicate the rest of the night to making sure you come all over my face. Or any other part of me you want.” I yank the other towel free and quickly rough it over my body, wrap it around my hips, then take hers and gently pat her dry.
She’s silent now. No more twitching either.
“You okay?”
She tugs the towel out of my hands and wraps it around her body. “My thighs are too big, aren’t they?” She tips her head toward the shower. “I couldn’t give you enough room to work with?”
“What?” I scowl, confused by the question but not liking the direction it’s headed. “No.” I swipe my hand over my chest and throw on my cockiest smirk. “Look, I know I’ve got the body of a thirty-year-old Greek god, but I also have the knees of an eighty-year-old linebacker. Kneeling on the tile was killing me.”
Would I admit that to anyone else? Nope. But I can’t have her thinking she’s the problem. Not even for a second.
Her anxious frown shifts to playful. “And the humility of a rock star at the top of the charts.” Her smile fades. “Sorry, I don’t want you in pain.”
“My own fault for not being able to control myself.” I scoop her into my arms, and she lets out a soft squeak, quickly looping her arms around my neck.
Her skin’s still warm from the shower, slick and damp against mine. The bathroom’s full of steam and the faint scent of her bodywash clings to both of us. I’m going to need to buy my own bottle of whatever that is to use when we’re apart.
I step into the hallway, headed toward her bedroom, which has never seemed farther away. She buries her face against my neck, her breath warm on my skin, her tongue sliding over a sensitive spot I didn’t know I had. We may have started out with me giving her some “lessons,” but she’s taught me just as much.
Halfway to her room, Gretel streaks across the hallway, letting out a yowl as if we’ve offended her.
Margot shakes with laughter.
The knot on my towel loosens. My hands are too full to fix it. And a second later, it unravels completely and lands on the floor.
“I’ll get it later,” Margot says, peering over my shoulder. “Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.” I push the bedroom door open with my foot, then kick it closed after I cross the threshold.
Next to the bed, I stop and set her on her feet.
Margot
My legs shake, too weak to hold me up. Jigsaw doesn’t give me a chance to compose myself, though. He tugs at the towel tucked around my body, ripping it free.
“I need you on the bed.” He cups my face and brushes a kiss on my cheek. “Right now. We have unfinished business.”
“Yes, we do.” I sit on the edge of the bed and scoot into the center. “Where do you want me?”
I stare wide-eyed at the glory of Jigsaw’s naked body as he stalks to the foot of the bed, all coiled intensity, a predator waiting to pounce on his next meal. Me.
“Right in the middle. Up on the pillows.” His voice sharpens, all command and focus—barking orders like he’s directing a scene he’s already played out a hundred times in his head.
Excited by his intensity, I can’t arrange myself in the spot he wants fast enough. I stretch out my legs, crossing them at the ankles.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” He rubs his fingers over his chin.
Fiery sparks race over my exposed skin.
“Feet flat on the bed. You know better.”
I bend my legs, keeping them tight together.
Shaking his head, he rests his knee on the mattress and slides his hands between my legs. Palms against my inner thighs, he pries my legs open. “Stay like that for me.”
He stretches out on his stomach and hooks his arms around my legs, sliding me to his waiting mouth.
“Look at you.” His low, silky murmur travels straight to my center. He dusts small kisses behind my knees, then drags his tongue to the crease of my thigh. “So pretty and wet for me.”
“Well,” I exhale a shaky breath, “we did just get out of the shower.”
He swipes his tongue against me, and I bite my fist to keep from screaming, it feels so good. The empty ache I’d felt in the shower, before we stopped, pulses to life as he lazily slides his tongue along the seam of my lips.
He lets out a long, contented groan. My vision swims but I force myself to focus on him. How much he seems to love pleasing me.
He licks, kisses, and sucks at me with a need so wild it vibrates through his whole body. His arms are locked around my thighs, holding me open, fingers spreading me, tongue teasing me higher and higher. The bed rocks beneath us, jolting with every thrust of his hips against the mattress, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Sensations overwhelm me but watching his excitement while using his mouth on me pushes me over the edge.