Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I run my hand down the side of her body, stopping just long enough to ask, “This what you want?”
“Yes,” she says, so sure and so fast I know she’s with me. She takes my head in her hands and brings my face to hers. She stares at me with enough certainty to knock the breath out of my chest. “I’ve never been surer.”
“Fuck,” I say, losing it. Losing my mind over everything—her. Her warmth and her body and the way she fits against me when I pull her close.
My world consists of only Sage. Nothing else matters.
My hands shake as I slowly touch every silky inch. I’m breathing fast and holding myself back hurts. Her curves are under me, and I take my time even though I want to take everything. I kiss her soft lips, letting her know how perfect she is. How much she means to me.
He steps back to remove his clothes and drag oxygen into my lungs. There's a shocking intimacy to the way Ian peels his shirt from his body, revealing lines and muscle and ink. He moves so slowly with such maddening deliberation I could almost scream.
I keep my eyes locked on him, breathing in and out as raw energy pools in my belly. He tosses his clothes onto the floor, his mouth twisted into a half-smile, and I let the moment coil tighter around us until I can't stand it. "I've never done this before," I admit. He needs to know this before things go too far.
Ian halts. His eyes are electric, his response even more so. "Thank God," he says. "I can't even imagine dealing with the thought of you with another man." Our breaths become the room's only sounds.
I don’t want to look away. As I watch him, my breath comes too fast, while every inch of my skin comes alive with the need for his touch. It makes me burn to think that he wants me the way he says he does. I drag in a breath and force the words out. "Hurry up." A lump snags in my throat, tying up anything else I want to say.
He steps out of his jeans, and everything inside me surges, nervous and ready. He’s all smooth skin and raw power. An intricate and fierce dragon loops over his rib cage and around his side, a mark of the fire and heat that define him.
As he moves, I catch a glimpse of silver balls on each side of his cock, the piercing unexpected and adding an edge to his already formidable presence. “Did that hurt?”
“Like hell.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine, and my heart pounds furiously under the weight of their intensity. "I’ll tell you the whole story later. Right now, I’m a little busy." His words pierce through the jumbled mess inside my chest. Suddenly, I don’t care that I have no clue what I’m doing. I trust Ian.
“Just give me the quick version right now.” What can I say? I’m curious.
“Basically, I lost a bet in college. It hurt so much getting the fucker pierced, I’m too goddamn chicken to remove it.” Makes sense to me.
When he walks naked over to the bed, I hold my breath, eating up the sight of him. His body is honed and ready, and I'm trembling with anticipation, every one of my nerves a live wire. He runs a hand from my ankle up to my hip, and I shudder beneath his touch. He pulls me slowly to the edge of the bed, where he wants me. It’s a tease and a promise compressed into a single moment. "Sage.” The way he says my name turns my insides to mush.
Ian takes his time with my clothes, and my body is too freaking eager for his slow, precise pace. A shirt here, a button there, a single stroke along my side. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. His hand trails down to the waist of my pants. He flicks open the button with one quick motion, and his composure crumbles with a rough groan. It sends electric sparks shooting through my veins. "Your body, Sage," he murmurs as if in awe. "You’re so goddamn perfect." He takes in every inch of me like a starving man, like he can’t believe I’m his. The intensity of his gaze sets me on fire.
He finally finishes removing my clothes, and the impact of his blue-eyed stare makes me dizzy. It’s a good thing I’m lying down. He draws in a ragged breath and lowers himself to my side, our skin barely touching. His lips brush against mine, and it feels like the world is spinning off its axis. I moan into his kiss, my hands buried in the thick dark hair at the nape of his neck. He pulls back just enough to grin down at me. I want to beg him to hurry up, to give in and go faster, but he already knows how undone I am. He kisses me again, deeper this time as if claiming what’s his.