Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
She takes a deep breath, and as her eyes drop to my mouth, she bites that pillow of a lip, and it’s almost my undoing.
“Beck.” My name on her lips is all I can take.
“Fuck it,” I growl, and cupping her face, I cover her mouth with mine. She grips my arms, not pushing me away, and I’m already consumed by her. Planting my hands on the globes of her ass, I lift her. She wraps her long legs around my waist, and I easily carry her through the house. Before ascending the stairs, I pick up her bag.
“You’re fecking strong,” she says against my lips.
“You’re small, baby.” I nibble the side of her mouth. “I could carry you around like this all damn day.”
When I reach the bedroom, I drop her bag on the floor and carry her to the bed.
“Legs.”
She releases me, and when I sit on the edge of the bed, she straddles me and brushes her fingers through my beard, kissing me for all she’s worth. She settles her core against my already hard cock, rocking back and forth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Riley walk into the room, and he lies on the bed I bought for him.
“You got him another bed?”
“He needs one for the bedroom,” I reply, then lift her off my lap and to her feet so I can undress her. “Tell me now if you don’t want this, Irish.”
“If you stop now, I’ll be for slashing your tires, Beck.”
Gripping the hem of her sweater, I urge it over her head, then cast it aside, and she’s left in leggings and a pretty blue lace bra against creamy skin peppered with freckles.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
She presses her lips into a line, and her cheeks darken. I push my fingers into the leggings, urging them down her hips and legs, and she steps out of them, leaving her socks on.
But they’ll be gone soon.
“I’m going to kiss every freckle.”
Her eyebrows climb. “We’ll be here for a while, as I’ve a lot of them.”
“I have time.” Leaning forward, I kiss her sternum, just between her breasts, then down to her navel. Her hands thread through my hair, holding on as I grip her ass and hips, my big hands spanning her entire backside. She’s so small next to me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Not fragile, remember?” She kisses the top of my head. “You won’t hurt me.”
“I’m going to devour you.” I brush my nose over the front of her pubis, and she moans. “You smell so fucking good, Irish.”
My hands are everywhere. I want to touch her all over, all at once, and taste every bit of her. I unclasp her bra, and she lets it fall. My mouth closes around a tight nipple, making her moan again.
Her tits.
They’re made for me. Small, perky, and gorgeous.
“Love these, Irish,” I say reverently.
“They’re dancer’s breasts,” she moans out.
“Perfect, sweetheart.” And I’ll keep showing her until she believes me.
I hook my fingers in her panties and draw them down her legs, but when she steps out of them, I don’t cast them aside.
I lift them to my face and inhale.
“Holy feck,” she whispers, still gripping my hair in her fist.
“I’m going to kneel in front of you and eat you until you can’t fucking remember how to breathe.”
Without waiting for a comment, I hit my knees and lift her leg onto my shoulder. I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her steady and drag my nose over her bundle of nerves.
“Beck.”
“Hmm?”
I start lightly tonguing her folds, already so wet and ready for me, just ghosting against her skin. Her hips start to move, silently begging me to give her more.
But I want to make this last.
I want to make her go out of her mind.
With one hand braced around her thigh and the other around her waist, I pull her closer and bury my face in her heat, eating as if I’m starved.
“Beckett.” Her breathing is hard, her voice rougher than usual, and her core shivers under my mouth. “Please.”
“What do you need?”
“Please.”
I kiss the inside of her thigh and look up into eyes so bright, I’d swear they were emeralds.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Inside me. Fingers, tongue, I don’t care.”
“Good girl.” I bite that soft flesh before I push two fingers inside her, and she cries out. Her muscles contract around my fingers as I press my tongue against her clit, swirling it around, and she comes in a gorgeous wave that leaves me breathless. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Kissing my way up her body, I lift her onto the bed, but when I move to crawl over her, she shakes her head.
“You get naked,” she instructs me.
“Irish—”
“Don’t you Irish me. I need to see the muscles under that bloody shirt, Beck. Right now.”