Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
I clench my core just as his hands warm my hips and slide around to my front. His body presses against my backside, his steel pushing against my ass. The tip of his finger slips through my folds. One circular glide over the bundle of nerves has me dropping my head and trying to catch my breath.
He peppers kisses along the back of my neck before licking the base of my ear. “You’re so wet for me, Sunshine. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
I slam a palm to the wall to keep myself upright. I would let him take me here. Lifting my head and raising my chin higher, I open my eyes and tilt to the side to give him more access to my neck. “I’m so ready for you.”
I’m spun so fast around that if he didn’t catch me, I’d fall. He cups my face, pushing my back to the wall so he can pour his determination into his kiss and steal my breath. He pulls back as if he was yanked by something greater and takes my hand. “I’m not fucking you here. Not the first time.”
Tiptoeing over the dress puddled at my feet, my gaze travels to Daniel’s lips as he grins. It’s a mix of desperation and unseriousness, and he pulls my hand, racing us toward the bedroom. I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up, but he rewards the sound with a glittering of his eyes. Pride, maybe? We round the corner, and he swings me into his arms, like he can’t miss a moment of touching me.
Enough light streams through the windows that we don’t need the lights on. Just me, Daniel, and NYC.
“Summer?”
I turn back to see him unbuttoning his shirt. The jacket and tie, and the shoes and socks have already been discarded as I play out my Pretty Woman fantasy, other than me being a hooker. “Yes?”
“Walk to the bed.”
We hold our gazes steady before I break protocol to swish my hips. I start to climb on, but he says, “Two feet on the floor.” I glance back, feeling so small town when I don’t understand. “Face the headboard and bend forward.” The emphasis on bend has my heart beating faster.
He wants me on display for him. My mind can’t seem to process this level of confidence in his sexuality. Can I muster the same?
I’d never done anything with a lamp on, much less in a glass box for anyone with binoculars to watch. But also, I have never had anyone look at me like someone special. If this is what Daniel wants, I can do this for him. I lean forward, propping myself up on my forearms, running my hands over the blankets, then gliding them back to me to position my legs, leaving my ass in the air.
Without seeing what he’s doing, my hearing heightens. The sound of his zipper and then pants falling is the pinch of reality that has me squeezing my thighs together. Anticipation zips through me, needing to release it somehow. I lift one foot, then the other, before standing firmly on the floor again. My throat is dry, and my mouth is open as my breathing gets heavier.
He places a hand on my lower back and presses kisses along my spine. “Do you know what a bad girl you are for making me wait to taste paradise again?”
Goose bumps ripple down my arms as my body readies for him. “I do.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, but the words were evoked from the tip of my tongue. His hands slide over my ass and down as he kneels behind me. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.”
His hands slide between my legs before I can clench, opening me up for him. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes as I suck in a harsh breath. “Oh my God.”
I’m met with his rough stubble that’s grown in the past few hours, two fingers exploring and teasing my clit, and his mouth exhaling hot breath against my wet center. His tongue licks me from entrance to clit, flicking it, and then kissing the sensitive spot like he’d kiss my mouth. A suck and tug has my knees weakening, but his head being between my legs is too much. I fall face down on the mattress. Angling my head sideways, I say, “I needed to lie down.”
He chuckles, the vibration inching me even closer to release. “It’s too much, Daniel.”
Although he sits back, his hands stay secured to my inner thigh while the other explores like he’s discovering new territory and ready to mark me as his. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I’ve not killed before, but if you stop, I’ll spend the rest of my days on death row.”