Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and the rawness in his voice makes my heart stutter. “You’re perfect.”
He kisses me again, softer this time, then pops the clasp with practiced ease. My bra goes somewhere off the side of the bed, and suddenly, there’s nothing between us but air and the heat of his gaze.
He stares down at me, and I feel electricity zip down my spine.
It’s crazy, but I don’t feel self-conscious. Not at all. I want him to see everything.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ROGAN
The sight of her nearly brings me to my knees. Every time I think I’m ready for her, Sierra finds a new way to knock me on my ass. I fell head over heels for her the first moment I laid eyes on her, but I know it’s too early to tell her how I feel. So, I’ll show her.
She’s lying on her back in my bed, wild curls fanned out over my pillow, cheeks a deep, gorgeous red, eyes so trusting that it makes my pulse go haywire. Her bra is gone, her shirt a memory, her bare chest rising and falling with each frantic breath. The curve of her tits draws my eyes, and everything in my head just goes blank.
She’s waiting for me to do something. To move, to speak, to make the next call. Instead, I kneel on the mattress and just stare, my body so tense I feel like I might snap in half. My hands hover, not sure where to touch first. Part of me wants to devour her, to claim her so thoroughly she forgets her own damn name, but the rest of me wants to memorize every inch, like maybe if I do, I can keep this moment from ever ending.
I want to say something to her. Something smart or funny or reassuring. But all I manage is her name, a hoarse whisper that cracks in the middle. “Sierra.” It’s half a prayer, half a warning. “I want you so bad it’s making me stupid.”
Her smile goes crooked, like she’s surprised and pleased all at once. “Good.” She reaches up, curls a finger around the waistband of my jeans. “I want you, too.”
Those words drop straight to the center of my chest and explode. For a split-second, I fight the urge to drag her beneath me and fuck her until we both lose our minds. I want her more than air. But I can’t rush this. Not with her looking at me like I’m the only man in the world.
I lean in to brush my mouth over the top of her breast. Her skin is warm, alive, and the sound she makes when my stubble grazes her nipple is enough to make my cock throb so hard I see stars. I lick a slow, lazy circle around the tip, then take it into my mouth, gentle at first, but as she arches into me, I bite down just hard enough to make her gasp. The noise goes straight to my head. She buries her hands in my hair, holding me there, and I’m not about to fight her.
I kiss lower, tracing the slope of her ribs, dipping my tongue into the little hollow at the base of her sternum. Her body trembles under my mouth, and I pause.
“I swear to God, if you stop now, I’m going to scream,” she says, voice shaky but strong.
I grin and hook my thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants, slow as hell. “I’m just trying to decide what I’m going to devour first.”
Her answer is to drag her hands through my hair, inviting me to keep going.
I peel the pants down, inch by inch, revealing tan lines, the soft curve of her thighs, the perfect dip of her hips. Her underwear is nude cotton, nothing fancy, but the way it clings to her makes my brain short-circuit. I take my time, dragging the pants off and tossing them to the floor, then just kneel back on my heels and look at her.
She’s spread out before me, naked and beautiful and vulnerable, every inch of her glowing in the lamplight. My hands shake as I reach for her, sliding up her legs, over her knees, tracing the inside of her thighs. Her skin is smooth, softer than I imagined, and I want to spend hours just touching her.
She watches me, eyes dark and hungry. “You’re going so freaking slow,” she says, and for a second, she almost sounds embarrassed.
“Can you blame me?” My voice is rough, but I don’t bother hiding it. “I’ve never seen anything like you. I want to take my time and savor you. You’re incredible,” I tell her, letting my gaze wander from her eyes to her lips to the perfect curve of her stomach and back again. “I could spend the rest of my life looking at you, and it wouldn’t be enough.”