Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.” It was barely a hint of a word, but he heard me loud and clear.
His eyes gave nothing away about what was going on behind them. “You want your mind quiet?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking, but I nodded slowly.
His eyes went warm before he leaned in and whispered against my lips. “I can do that.”
The fingertips beneath my shirt trailed down, abandoning what might have been his original goal as his kiss became urgent. His hand drifted down farther until he set it on my thigh, the heat of his palm soaking in through my jeans.
He took a measured breath, hesitating as if preparing to cross a line.
Then he crossed it by sliding his hand to the inside, wedging it between my legs.
Oh, my God.
My mouth fell open, but not out of shock. It was to pull air into my body. I had to fight for each breath as his hand moved, touching me where he had created a dull ache. All thought drained from my mind except for the one he sharpened the focus on as he rubbed me through the fabric of my jeans.
Fuck, I wanted him, and that desire was so great, I worried I’d be crushed beneath it.
His gaze locked on mine, judging my response, like he anticipated me pushing his hand away. But, no. I wasn’t going to do that. Heat spread through my body, lighting me up. My gaze dropped to his hand between my thighs. It moved faster, pressed harder, each stroke of his touch brought more pleasure than the last.
The grind of his fingers against the seam at the juncture of my legs made me breathless and boneless. His mouth teased me with his tongue and his teeth, and I moaned, answering him with the same effort. I was desperate for the connection, for freedom from the tension.
For him and only him.
I clutched at the soft fabric of his shirt, and even though it was freezing outside, I wanted it gone. My hands went up beneath it, exploring the warm, smooth skin they found there.
But I didn’t get a chance to help him out of his shirt. He eased me down onto my back on the reclined seat, and, as he leaned over, a strange expression crossed his face. What was he thinking about?
The hand between my legs paused, and I bit down on my bottom lip. Was he coming to his senses? Going to leave me hanging here, in worse shape than I’d ever been?
No. He’d laid me back for a reason, and it became clear when his fingers worked to undo the snap of my jeans. He wanted to give himself more room to work with, and my breath hitched. His brown eyes studied me intently, watching for any sign I didn’t want him to go further.
Instead, I gave him an enthusiastic nod.
He blew out a heavy breath, as if he were grateful, and dropped my zipper slowly, tooth by tooth. All the while, he continued to gaze down at me, watching every staggered breath I took. His fingertips were cool as they grazed the skin low on my stomach, just above the waistband of my black panties.
Then they dipped beneath the fabric and inched lower . . .
The first touch of his fingers against my clit was so shockingly pleasurable, I gasped and arched my back, bowing up off the seat.
“Fuck,” he groaned appreciatively. “It’s so warm and wet in here.”
My face heated. I was so turned on, I could hardly stand it, and he could tell. I peered up at him through my lust-lidded eyes as his hand stroked inside my pants, the action wringing a moan from my lips. There wasn’t much space in the passenger seat, but I eased my knees apart to give him better access.
To make it easier for him to rub the pads of his fingertips where it caused more moans to leak from me. The sensation felt so good, it forced a hot electric current to surge through my body.
Tension tightened in my core, climbing toward release. I placed a hand on his wrist, not wanting him to stop, but signaling how close I was.
Oh, God, I was so close.
My eyes fell shut under his command, knowing he was watching me with his bottomless gaze.
And when it became too much, I tipped my head back, cried out, and went tumbling over the edge into ecstasy. It shuddered through my center, followed by delicious aftershocks. His hand slowed to a stop, and it seemed he couldn’t catch his breath any better than I could.
As the orgasm and the buzzing in my ears faded, he dropped a kiss on my lips. Slow, unhurried. As if nothing existed outside of this car. Finally, he withdrew his hand, grasped the zipper pull on my jeans, and worked the zipper closed.