Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
And just being around her again—arguing with her, protecting her, touching her—has made it painfully obvious how muted the last five years have been.
I hear the faint shift of fabric behind me, followed by the soft pad of bare feet on hardwood. When I look up, Tessa’s standing there in the doorway, wearing my T-shirt, hair mussed from sleep. She watches me with the keen understanding of what I’m doing.
My body tightens instantly at the sight of her. Lithe body surrounded by shadows, the memories of how good it felt to be buried inside her last night.
She tilts her head slightly. “You’re up early.”
“Checking feeds,” I say, closing the laptop the rest of the way. “Just making sure nothing moved overnight.”
She steps into the kitchen, the early light catching the curve of her legs. There’s a vulnerability about her like this—unguarded, still soft from sleep.
Tessa moves to stand beside me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off her. “My worrier,” she murmurs, hand to my shoulder where she strokes up to my neck. She bends down, peers at me. “You’re tense.”
“Of course I’m fucking tense,” I mutter. “There could be a psychopath killer coming after you.”
“Poor baby,” she coos, her eyes glinting with amusement as she presses against me. “Bet I could ease your mind.”
“You mean you’ll agree to come stay with me at headquarters?” I say hopefully.
“No,” she says, shaking her head with a somber smile. “Better.”
And better is apparently her pulling the T-shirt over her head until she stands before me totally naked. My eyes rove over the perfect swell of her breasts, the roundness of her belly, the dark patch of curls between her thighs. My dick instantly responds, thickening and tenting my sweatpants.
Tessa puts her hands on my knees and pushes my legs apart, which willingly comply with her silent request.
I swallow hard. “What are you doing?”
She squats, palms on my thighs, and murmurs provocatively, “I’m going to turn every wicked thought in that head of yours into reality.”
My hands clench into fists. “How do you intend to manage that?” I ask, but I think I know exactly where that pretty head of hers is at, and I know this because she looks down to my cock pressing up against my soft cotton pants.
Tessa drags her knuckles over the ridge of it. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
Oh, fuck! My head tips back and my eyes close halfway as a ragged breath pushes out of me.
I feel her fingertips dip into my waistband and I tilt my head to look at her. She stares right back at me and commands, “Lift your hips a bit.”
I don’t hesitate, punching my pelvis up so she can pull the material down. Just enough that she frees my cock, her hand wrapping around the length and squeezing.
“Fuck,” I hiss through my teeth. “That feels good.”
Her throaty laugh causes it to get harder, and I about lose my mind when she runs her thumb around the head.
A groan rips out of my chest and my hips flex to create more friction.
“Easy,” she whispers as she starts to stroke and I watch mesmerized as she leans forward. There’s a slip of pink tongue peeking between those full lips and then she’s running it flat on the underside of my dick. She licks from base to tip, and an unholy growl rumbles free.
“Missed that fucking mouth,” I mutter.
“It missed you,” she whispers and then takes me all the way in. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and breaches. She sucks in air through her nose and moans against me. Tessa’s always been magical with that mouth, enjoying giving oral sex as much as receiving it.
She slides her tongue side to side against my hot flesh and a tremor races down my spine. Tessa pulls free and I almost protest, but I’m caught by the heat in her eyes, those plump lips wet as she smiles at me. “Feel good?”
“Feels fucking phenomenal,” I reply, cupping her cheek before it slides back to tangle in her hair. I grip the back of her neck, give her a nudge back toward my aching dick, and she grins at me.
And once again she swallows me and I’m fucking lost to the sensation. Her head bobs up and down on my length, sucking hard on the tip and putting pressure on the underside that has me seeing stars.
Somehow both hands end up on her head, gently gripping her. My hips get in on the action and Tessa murmurs in appreciation. She used to love it when I fucked her mouth, but not as much as I loved it.
Every time her lips pull on the tip, she rotates and squeezes with her hand at the bottom and it’s making me goddamned delirious.