Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
I nod, biting my lip as I watch his lips move.
“I need your words, angel.”
“I understand. Same goes.”
He gives me that smile again before twisting me onto my stomach. He unfastens my bra before he pulls my hips back so my ass is in the air and my face is against the bed. Then his mouth is right there.
I hear him inhale. His hands ghost over the globes of my ass, and then he swipes his tongue through my slit, from my clit all the way to the back door, and I moan.
“Look at you,” he murmurs before doing it again. “Already so damn wet.”
It starts out gentle, and then it’s anything but. He licks and then sucks on my clit, pushes a finger inside me, and I push back against him, needing so much more. I feel like if I don’t get him inside me now, I’ll spontaneously combust.
“You like that?”
I nod, and then there’s a smack on my ass.
“Words, angel.”
This is going to be the best way to die.
“Yes, I like it.”
“Good.”
He pushes in another finger, stretching me, and I moan again, still pushing back against him, wanting so much more than his fingers.
Just as I’m about to come apart with the most intense orgasm of my life, he stops.
And I frown back at him, but then I realize he’s rolling on a condom. He flips me back over, braces himself on his hands beside my shoulders, and pushes the crown inside me. I grip his sides, my nails digging into his skin.
“Take a breath, angel.” He brushes his nose over mine so gently, I take that breath.
Why do I love it when he calls me angel so much?
With my eyes on his, I inhale, and then he slides all the way in. My legs are hitched on his hips, my hands slide to his back, and to my surprise, he lowers his forehead to mine.
“Christ, you’re snug,” he whispers. “Your pussy fits my cock perfectly.”
I feel like I’ve just been given a gold medal.
He covers my mouth with his, then he starts to move, and I can’t help the whimper that pushes through my throat.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he tucks his hand under my ass, tilting my pelvis up.
“Never better. Don’t you dare stop.”
He cups my cheek and jawline, and picks up the tempo, making my spine tingle and every muscle clench around him.
“Oh fuck.”
“That’s right. Come for me. God, you’re so bloody gorgeous.”
His accent is thicker when he’s aroused, and before I know it, I’m shattering into a million pieces, holding on to him for dear life as I’m thrown off the sexiest cliff ever.
With a roar, he follows me over, cants his hips into mine, and shivers with his own climax.
He lowers to his elbows, bracing himself. Pushing his hands into my hair, he brushes his nose down my jawline, making me shiver.
“Are you okay, angel?”
“If I die because of the best orgasm of my life, please tell my family it was worth it.”
With a proud grin, he kisses me, softly this time. Leisurely. As if we have all the time in the world to lie here, in this opulent bed, and soak each other in.
This man, this stranger, is a grade A kisser.
Finally, he rolls to the side, disentangles himself from me, then takes my hand and pulls me from the bed.
“Where are we going?” I ask with a laugh.
“Shower,” he replies. “I’m going to clean you up, then get you messy again.”
Well, yes, please and thank you, hot stranger. Sign me up for that.
Connor
I jolt up from a dead sleep and pull air into my lungs, taking in my surroundings.
Waking up in a strange place is nothing new to me. It’s part of my job.
I’m in Montana. I was supposed to leave yesterday, but my plane had a problem, and we had to postpone until today.
And then I met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my bleedin’ life.
I glance down and frown when I see that the bed is empty, and a brush of my hand over the sheets tells me she’s been gone for a while.
Pushing the blanket aside, I walk to the living room, where I find my dark-haired angel curled up in one of the leather armchairs by the windows, a blanket tossed over her lap, watching the snow outside. She’s wearing my shirt from earlier, and it’s sexy as hell on her.
I don’t know when the snow started, but the trees are already covered in white, and the flakes falling from the sky look like the size of my fist.
“It’s the first snowfall of the year,” she says without turning to look at me. Her voice is raspy, her beautiful long hair tangled, and I need to get my hands on her again more than I need air.