Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Emmett,” she squeaks, and her hips move up, and then she grinds them side to side as she comes again. I finger-fuck her relentlessly, not giving up when she tries to back away from my touch. “Sensitive.”
“I don’t care,” I growl between clenched teeth. “I want another one.” I suck her into my mouth. “Be a good girl, and give me another one.”
“I can’t.” She is almost crying. “I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can,” I assure her. “You can do anything. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,” I say as I run my fingers over her G-spot. “I need you to give me one more.” I play with her clit at the same time as her G-spot, and I know she’s going nuts because she’s pulling out my hair. “Give me what I need, Lilah.”
“Always, I’ll always give you what you need,” she pants as she comes on my fingers yet again, this time soaking me. I move my fingers in her as she rides out the wave. When her hips go slack, and her legs fall to the sides, I slowly kiss my way up to her stomach, to the middle of her chest, and then to her neck, my mouth aiming for hers.
She kisses me, not even caring that she’s all over my mouth. Her kiss is as needy as it was before I made her come for me three times. “Now you can rest.” I turn to the side, and she buries her face in my neck, and I close my eyes for just a second.
The next time I open my eyes, the sunlight is streaming into the room. I feel heat curled into me from the side and a heavy feeling on my stomach. When I look down, I see her hair on my chest. Lilah. The memories of last night come back like a roller coaster that just let go at the top.
My heart speeds up even more when I close my eyes, and all I can see is her face when she comes. I’ve done stupid things in my life, so many fucking stupid things, but this takes the cake.
There is no way I will ever forget what she feels like around me. There is no way I can forget what she tastes like on my tongue. There is no way that, from this day on, I will not be living in my own personal hell. A hell I deserve. A hell I belong in. A hell I was destined for when I took my very first breath; I just didn’t know it.
Chapter Twenty-One
LILAH
I literally feel like I’m floating on a cloud. The covers a cocoon around me, sucking me deeper into sleep. I want to open my eyes, but the sleep is just so damn good, I can’t help but get sucked in deeper.
I smell him all around me, and I can’t help the smile on my face when I finally force my eyes open. It takes a second to get my bearings as I look around the room, seeing I’m in Emmett’s bed. I close my eyes and can see it in black and white, playing over and over in my head. His mouth on mine. His fingers in me. His mouth with his fingers pushing me over the edge over and over again, until I was so spent, I just crashed. I close my eyes tighter, trying not to die of embarrassment in his bed. I move the blanket and see I’m still in my T-shirt that is now pushed down, and my panties are back in place, as well as the bra. Jesus, I was so fucking out of it he redressed me, and I didn’t even feel him move. Looking around the room to see if he’s maybe in the bathroom, I see the door closed. I slip out of bed, looking for my jeans, and find them in the corner of the room folded neatly on the chair.
My heart beats erratically as I slip one foot in and then the other, shimmying myself into them. The picture of me kicking them off last night makes my cheeks heat. I walk to the side of the room where an open door leads to his walk-in closet, which is mostly empty. One side of the closet has hangers filled with jeans and then the rest of the hangers are filled with his T-shirts. Two pairs of boots are tucked in the corner and then his belts are tossed to the side. The room smells like him, making my stomach flutter as I walk deeper into the closet and head toward the door that leads to his bathroom.
The minute I step in, I stop in my tracks. I never imagined him in a house like this, but it fits him so much. But the bathroom, the bathroom has shades of brown and gray, deep and rich.