Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Well, shit. This is what I really came here for, isn’t it? Why am I just keeping my hands on my sides when I can have them all over this gorgeous specimen of a man?
I press my palms to his chest and trail them down, slow and curious, until I reach the hem of his shirt. I tug just enough to expose skin. “And what if I want it slow, Adam? What if I want to sit on that couch with you behind me, feel you kiss my neck while we both watch your hands sliding over my body?”
He swallows hard, and I swear he’s gripping the counter for dear life.
“Then we’ll do it slow,” he says, voice tight. “I’ll give you so slow, sweetheart. We’ll build that tension until you’re begging me to move. And you won’t be able to look away from what I do to you.”
I tilt my head up and whisper, “You’d better be careful. I bite when I’m turned on.”
He smirks. “Good. I told you I like marks.”
I step away, fingers dancing across his waistband as I pass. “Well,” I say over my shoulder, tossing him a wicked grin, “I guess we should go admire your decorating choices up close.”
Heat flickers behind his eyes. “Amelia.”
“Hmm?”
“Be ready.”
“Oh, Adam. I came ready.”
4
ADAM
“You know, Adam, I’ve had five cups of coffee just this past hour alone. I am more than ready.”
“Damn. Maybe I should have thought it through before pumping you full of caffeine.”
“Or maybe you can pump something else in me.”
I almost stumble at the totally unexpected comment. Although this is Amelia we’re talking about. This is the woman who said the most outrageous and out-of-left-field things in our emails.
She laughs out loud. “Yey, finally. I one-upped you!”
She’s warm and loose now, eyes shining, cheeks flushed, her hand sliding easily into mine. I give it a soft squeeze. She squeezes back. God, why does it feel like this isn’t our first date?
There’s a beat of silence before she walks in and takes it all in. The bed. The low lighting. And the three large, strategically placed mirrors—one against the wall across from the bed, and two angled on either side. I wanted another one on the ceiling, but I didn’t want to put her at risk for injury in case of a man-made earthquake … you know, caused by us.
Amelia turns to look at me, eyes wide, lips parted. “You weren’t kidding.”
“I told you, I aim to please.”
She walks toward the mirror on the far wall and trails her fingers along the edge of the frame. “I say a lot of things, but I didn’t think you’d actually listen.”
“I listen to everything you say.” I walk behind her, and she watches me approach in the mirror. “Especially the filthy stuff.”
She meets my eyes in the reflection, her throat bobbing, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I talked a big game, but I’m not actually that experienced in this.”
I slide a hand around her waist and pull her to me, her back hitting my chest. I toy with one strap on her shoulder before letting it fall. “I’ll do all the work, Amelia. All you need to do is say yes.”
She takes a deep breath before answering, “I’m here, aren’t I?”
I plant a soft kiss on her shoulder, and she moans. “Not enough. I need the word, Amelia.”
“Then, it’s a yes.”
Her pupils dilate, and her lips part in anticipation. I turn her in my arms and crush my lips to hers.
That first kiss sends my pulse into a wild, frantic flutter. Her lips are soft and eager against mine, and when her hands tangle in my hair, I lose whatever grip I had on restraint. Well, it’s not like I had much to begin with.
I cup her jaw and mold my lips to hers, coaxing her lips to part. When she does, I sweep my tongue in her mouth, devouring her and swallowing her whimpers. Her fingers dig into my biceps, and my hands find her ass, kneading her globes roughly and pulling her against my erection.
“A-and the mirrors?” Amelia asks when we finally catch our breath.
I suck on her bottom lip between my teeth. “So impatient.”
She laughs when I turn her around until she’s facing one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, but it turns into a moan when I press my lips to the back of her neck. She gasps. Her back arches just a little, and it’s all the invitation I need.
I lower the zipper, exposing inch after inch of soft, smooth skin. Her dress slips down her shoulders, pools at her ankles. Her breath hitches as I finally touch her, my hands sliding over her bare back, wrapping around her waist.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Amelia.” I trail kisses from the side of her neck to the back and on her spine. “I can’t wait to watch you come apart.”