Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“It’s just taking me a while to process everything. And not all of us have amazing self-esteem.”
“You should,” he told her. “Because you are perfect.”
“I’m really not, and I hope that when you find out I’m not perfect, you’re not going to be really disappointed.”
“I won’t be disappointed. But you’re right, we can’t be all perfect. If we were, life would be boring. When I say you’re perfect, I guess I just mean you’re perfect for me.”
Wow. Had he really just said that?
And she knew he meant it because he wasn’t the sort of guy to say things he didn’t mean.
“I don’t even know what to say to that. Sometimes I feel like I’m a hundred miles behind you. And I feel bad about admitting that.”
“Why would you feel bad about that?”
“Because you noticed me, but I don’t think I ever really saw you. Which is crazy, because how could anyone not notice you? Look at you, you’re the sexiest guy in the room. You’re . . . you’re . . . you. And I hear how ridiculous I sound. It’s like I don’t have words in my vocabulary to describe how you look and how I’m attracted to you, and that’s so frustrating.” She slammed her hands down against her thighs, and he quickly took grabbed them, holding them steady.
“You are not allowed to hurt yourself. There is nothing wrong with being unsure and wanting a bit longer to process something. But you need to make sure that you are not harming yourself or you’ll be in trouble.” His voice was stern, and a shiver went up her spine.
“Did that just turn you on?” he asked.
What? How could he tell that? She thought she’d hidden her reaction well. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case as he grinned.
“It did, didn’t it? You like it when I get a bit stern. Perhaps you need a different kind of consequence for when you break the rules. At least until you’re ready to try being spanked.”
Eek.
She shook her head. “No, I’m good. I don’t think I need any consequences.” She was all too aware of how high-pitched her voice had grown.
“Hmm, no, I think there should be a consequence for you not answering my question about how your body reacts to my kiss.”
Oh, hell. He really wasn’t giving that up, was he?
“And for you smacking your hands down on your legs. Also, for calling yourself things like a coward, or saying that you ruin everything. Let’s see. How could we do some punishment that doesn’t involve you getting turned over my knee? Maybe I should make you write lines.”
“No!”
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“No? Hmm, what else could I do? I could deny you an orgasm, but I don’t want to do that yet. When you’re ready for sex, I want to hear you cry out in pleasure. I want to hear you scream, to see the arousal on your face, to feel you come around my fingers or my cock or on my tongue.”
Dear Lord.
She wanted that as well. She could see it in her mind. Even if she had never experienced anything like that before. She had no doubt that if anyone could make her scream in pleasure it would be this man.
With how turned on she was just by having him close, she wasn’t even sure she would survive having actual sex with him. It might be more than her poor body could take.
“How do you feel about the traffic light system?” he asked.
“I think it could work. But are you sure you’re not going to get tired of me? I mean, I won’t blame you if you do. Sometimes I’m tired of me.”
“I’m not going to get tired of you, Lily. Will you get tired of me and my bossy ways?”
“Hmm,” she teased. “Let me think about that for a moment. It’s actually a really good point.”
“You won’t,” he told her, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck again, this time applying some pressure.
Oh, dear Lord. She liked that way more than she should.
“You’re not going to get tired of me, are you, Mo bhreáthracht?”
“No,” she said, “I’m not going to get tired of you.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me how your body feels when I kiss you, Lily.”
There was no denying the command in his voice, demanding her obedience.
And, darn it, she felt all hot and bothered again.
“I feel hot, happy, and aroused,” she managed to get out.
No one would ever call her eloquent, but he seemed pleased with her reply.
“Good, because that’s exactly how I feel when you touch me.”
“You do?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, yeah, I do.” He leaned in. “Let me show you.”
And then his lips were on hers as he held her head still. His lips opened, and his tongue ran across the seam of her lips. A shudder ran through her, and she parted her lips to let him in.