Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Gorgeous,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss one hipbone and then the other, his nose dragging along the flesh between them.
My hand in his hair clenched as I gripped the sheets with the other.
I’d never experienced anything else like it. We’d had fantastic sex already and exchanging blood was incredibly intimate, but lying there while he traced every valley and groove of me with his eyes was so erotic that I was stunned. No one had ever taken time like he was, as if he was memorizing every centimeter, his hands clenching the insides of my thighs.
When he finally dropped his head, and his tongue flattened on my clit, every muscle in my body stiffened, the pleasure so acute it was nearly painful. The heat roared through me in pulses. As I panted and undulated against his mouth, my fingernails digging into his shoulders, he groaned, the vibration taking me right to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I ordered, my voice louder and more desperate than I’d intended when he pulled away.
A second later, his hand was at my lips, two fingers sliding into my mouth, the tang of blood making my eyes roll back in my head. He hadn’t nicked his thumb but instead the side of his middle finger, and I shook as he thrust them in and out of my mouth as the fingers of his other hand thrust inside me with the same rhythm.
I couldn’t catch my breath. It felt like the room was spinning.
I whimpered as his tongue came out to gently sweep over my clit again and screamed around his fingers as he bit the crease of my thigh, coming so hard that my entire body shook. By the time it was over, he’d flipped me to my belly and pressed my knees wide, sliding inside me easily as I panted.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured in my ear, using his finger to paint my bottom lip with my own wetness.
I bit down on his finger and then sucked it into my mouth, making him let out a nearly silent groan.
“Made for me,” he whispered, slamming his hips forward.
The next orgasm wasn’t as overwhelming, but it was still leagues beyond anything I’d had before Beau. I barely had the energy to roll to my side after he’d pulled out and lay down next to me.
“Come here,” he ordered, cuddling me against his chest as he tugged the sheets and comforter over us. “You cold?”
“Surprisingly, a little,” I replied groggily. God, he smelled so good. I pressed my nose against his sternum and inhaled deeply. I couldn’t imagine ever getting enough of his scent.
His hand fisted in my hair and gently pulled my face away from his chest.
“That tickles,” he said, smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
I leaned up but could only reach his chin, so I kissed him there.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asked, smoothing my hair down as I rested my head back on his bicep.
“Stay in bed,” I replied, making him chuckle. “I’m not joking. We should never get dressed again.”
“That might make dinner awkward,” he joked, kissing the top of my head. “But I’m game if you are.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“You’re right. My brothers are never seeing you naked.”
“That’s what you’d worry about?”
“I’m not worried.”
“So, you’d be perfectly comfortable swinging your dick around the kitchen with everyone there?”
“Most of them have already seen me naked,” he said with a shrug.
I scoffed as he laughed.
“Sleep,” he ordered.
I wanted to argue just to be annoying, but I was too tired. A few minutes later, I passed out.
The next two days passed surprisingly quickly, considering I no longer had a job to go to. If someone had told me on the night we’d met that Beau would be incredible company, I would have laughed in their faces, but it was true. I’d never hung out with someone for so long without getting irritated by something they’d done. Even Rena drove me crazy on occasion, and I loved her.
Love may not have been a prerequisite of a mating bond, but as I sat at a picnic table and watched Beau grab our food and tip the cook in the taco truck, I thought it might be possible for us specifically. I hadn’t seen anyone but him since Rena left my apartment. After sleeping in late, we’d driven to the coast to eat at a seafood place Beau loved. Afterward, we’d walked around the town, popping into antique stores and little kitschy shops. On the way home we’d stayed at a hotel that Beau remembered as a poor farm in the early nineteen hundreds. The entire property had been converted into restaurants, a spa, and soaking pool sometime in the 1990s. The history was fascinating, and the fact that Beau remembered it as it had been was a trip.