Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
He trailed kisses down her throat, along her collarbone, over her shoulder, and down to a peaked breast. So needy she felt as if she might burst, she cried out, “Please, please.”
His lips closed over her, suckling, licking, tormenting. Just as his fingers tweaked her again and a bolt of lightning shot down to her center, she moaned, tangling her fingers in his thick hair.
She writhed beneath him. Maybe she pushed him, or maybe he knew where she needed him, but he continued his path of kisses down her stomach, licking each hipbone, then pushing her legs apart and falling between them.
The tip of his tongue was a tease, the slide of his finger an inch away from where she needed him. Inside her. Tugging almost mindlessly on his hair, she raised her hips to meet his mouth, rocking against him, begging him.
Then he took her with his lips and his tongue, and a glorious blast of pleasure erupted within her. But it wasn’t enough. It was just the beginning.
He blew a warm breath against her, making her quake, as he whispered, “I’m going to make you come so many times you forget your name.” A wicked glint filled his eyes. “Until the only name you remember is mine.”
She didn’t have the strength to tell him that his name was the only one she remembered even now. The only name she would ever remember.
Then, his mouth on her, he filled her with his fingers, and she arched against him, a cry falling from her lips. So good, so right, so perfect. So not a frog.
He stroked her slowly, already knowing exactly how she liked it. All the while, his tongue circled faster, his lips sucked on her, and the hum in his throat vibrated through her.
His kisses on her most private places rocked her very existence. Tension built inside her, spreading out, reaching the spots where his fingers filled her and his tongue took her. Then she shattered, bucking and heaving against him, her hand in his hair pulling him tightly to her as she rode the sunburst he’d created.
She chanted his name, couldn’t remember her own, knew only the feel of his hair beneath her fingers, the touch of him inside her, the texture of his skin against her thighs. As if he knew her body as well his own, he eased away, his shoulders still spreading her legs, his fingers still inside her, slowly stroking, but giving her a moment’s relief from the relentless pleasure.
She couldn’t even lift her head to meet his gaze. She could only say to the ceiling, “That was crazy.”
“Crazy good?” She heard the smile in his voice.
She nodded, not able to do more than tip her chin toward him.
He laughed softly. “If it was only good, I need to work harder.”
Bending to her again, he shot her faster into the clouds than ever before. God help her, she screamed his name.
He made her come twice more, or maybe it was three times. It seemed to be one long stream of unrelenting ecstasy.
She couldn’t have said where he found the condom he rolled on or even exactly when he filled her with his thick, hard erection. All she knew was how gloriously he took up all the empty places she hadn’t truly known she had.
Then she lost her mind so completely she lost even his name.
There was just the feel of him inside her, shooting her to the moon and the stars and the universe beyond.
Her body squeezed him with another glorious climax. It was all Troy could do not to let himself go right then. She was everything he’d never known he wanted, her body like the softest cage pulling him deep inside her. He hadn’t counted how many times she’d come—he didn’t care. All he wanted was to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known. And now he plundered her as if she were treasure, as if she were gold and silver and diamonds.
He braced himself on his arms because he needed to look down at her, to see her flushed skin, her dusky peaks and creamy valleys, her ruby lips, her lush eyelashes, her pleasure written on her face.
Licking his lips, he tasted her again, and a rush of desire raced through him. He had to kiss her, had to gather her into his arms, pulling her tight, tasting her, mingling the flavors of her body and her mouth.
His muscles screamed for him to take her faster, harder, deeper. But his mind wouldn’t obey, and he filled her, taking her slowly, over that sweet spot inside, their joined bodies rubbing right where she needed it.
Her next climax started in her quivering legs wrapped around his waist, the feverish moans rising from her throat, and her fingers suddenly digging into his behind. Then she clamped around him, hard, working him into a near-mindless state.