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)
She gasped when I hooked one arm behind her knees and one behind her back, dropping her into my hold. I hadn’t meant to catch her by surprise, but the urgency was building inside me, and I was powerless to stop it. I set her in my lap as I sat on the floor, the comforter pinned beneath me.
Her eyes shut when I kissed her again, an aggressive one that she answered eagerly. This was what I wanted, and yet it wasn’t enough. My fingers curled around a strap of her bra and drew the elastic down, freeing one breast that I immediately covered with my mouth.
She sucked in a breath through locked teeth as her nipple tightened under my command.
Bill’s warning echoed, and then the thought was gone. Even then, I’d known this was going to happen.
Well, maybe not known. But I'd hoped.
She was still trembling as her hands reached behind her, but I got the sense it was with need as she unclasped her bra and let me drag the fabric away.
Desire pounded hotly through me, urging me to rush, but my head overruled it. I wanted to take this slow. To enjoy every moment we had, because each second with her felt like I didn’t deserve it. Like I’d stolen it.
Fuck, her body was a thing of beauty.
Her skin was soft as velvet. She shuddered with pleasure when I palmed her breast and brushed my thumb over her tight pink nipple, making her breath go shallow.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I said.
It must have activated something inside her. She moved suddenly, slamming her mouth into mine with a kiss that was passionate and intense, while she turned in my arms. She twisted until she could straddle my lap, flattening her bare breasts against my chest.
We let out a mutual sound of satisfaction at the contact.
I gripped her waist, fingers digging into her hip to press her down and make her feel how turned on she made me. What I’d teasingly tell her was her fault if this wasn’t so fucking dire. I was thick and hard between her legs. Only lace and cotton separated us.
Normally, I enjoyed a woman on top. It was a great view, after all. But I tightened my arm around her waist and rolled until she was beneath me. Her blonde hair splashed across the dark quilt, the firelight flickering over every inch of her gorgeous bare skin.
On my journey down toward her stomach, I took a slight detour to suck on one of her breasts. I nipped softly, but her sharp inhale of breath made me freeze.
Was that too rough?
I tilted my head to look up at her with alarm, only to see that her expression said it was pleasure, not pain.
Thank God. Her hands threaded into my hair like she wanted the added connection to me since our mouths were no longer able to touch, and I resumed my original goal, shifting down the length of her body until my tongue could draw a line at the border of lace. It was almost the same color of her skin and sexy as fuck.
She quivered when I hooked a finger under the lace and worked it down over her hipbone. Her skin was nearly as hot as the fire burning beside us. Perhaps it was too hot because I’d begun to sweat . . . but that was most likely because of what we were doing.
No, it’s because of her.
Her trembling built as I eased the panties down, freeing her gorgeous legs, and then I dropped the scrap of lace beside us.
She was naked beneath me, staring up with the haunting eyes I could not get my fill of. I knelt between her knees, dragging my fingers up, up, up the inside of her thigh. Her hand covered her mouth like she wanted to stifle a scream.
I slid my hands under her legs, pulled her to me, and kissed her where I’d put my hand a few hours ago. A panicked moan tore from her lips as she jerked, but I held her steady as my tongue grazed her. One painstakingly slow lick, and she was hopelessly out of breath.
I fucked her with my mouth then.
Each stroke of my tongue against her clit made her legs shake. It caused sighs and whimpers of pleasure to leak from her lips. It sounded like it felt so good, it verged on a knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.
When I increased my speed, she bucked under my direction, her hands fisting the comforter beneath us. The tip of my tongue fluttered, lashing at her, and her fingers in my hair tightened, pulling at the roots.
“Whoa,” she whispered, like maybe she had never come like this before and the idea of it was surprising.
But I was determined to make that happen. Desperate to give her satisfaction instead of frustration. And it was a powerful feeling the way she moved against me, like I had complete rule over her.