Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Other than that, last night had been the most magical night of my life. It couldn’t have been written any better. I’d do it again without question. It had been perfect. Better than anything I’d imagined.
The warmth of my memory spread through me, and I sighed, happy. Content.
As much as I wanted to relish in it all, I needed to get up and go back to my room before anyone caught me leaving this one. Anyone more specifically being Calvin. He might come looking for me and find my unmade bed and empty bedroom if I lay in here too long. I didn’t want to wake up Forge though. I also wasn’t sure I could find my pajamas in the dark. I had no idea where he had tossed them. He hadn’t let me put anything on when we came back to bed, and I’d been willing to do whatever he asked of me at that point.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from giggling. God, I was giddy. I didn’t even recognize this girl. Okay, back to the issue at hand. I had to get to my room. Hopefully, it was still early, and Calvin hadn’t come looking for me.
Starting with my lower half, I slowly scooted away from his body and then stilled to be sure he hadn’t woken up. When his breathing remained the same, I slipped away from his arm inch by inch, pausing and waiting before every move.
Once I was no longer touching him and he hadn’t stirred, I figured I’d been successful and began to move toward the edge of the bed. I’d barely registered the movement and dip of the mattress before I was being hauled back by his thick, corded arm that he’d hooked around my waist.
I let out a small squeal as he pulled me against his chest and buried his face in the curve of my neck.
“Mmm,” he grunted and tightened his hold.
With my bare breasts flattened against his solid wall of muscle, I was slightly breathless. A tingle ran through me.
“Trying to leave me?” he asked in a thick, sleepy voice.
I ran a hand through his messy locks. “Not exactly. I just didn’t want to be seen sneaking out of your room.”
“Then don’t sneak,” he grumbled. “Keep your sexy ass where it belongs. In my bed.”
A laugh bubbled out of me, and he began to nuzzle my neck, making an appreciative sound in his chest.
“Fuck, you smell good.”
As did he. I wished I could bottle it up and carry it with me everywhere I went.
He slid a hand between my legs, and I tensed up.
“Sore?” he asked, lifting his head to look at me.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I admitted. I hadn’t really paid attention to it until now.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Yes. No! I’d make noises, and people would hear us. They could walk down the hall at any time.
“Better not. People are awake,” I replied.
He ran his finger along the slit. “Hmm, you sure?” he asked when he found how wet I already was down there.
“Positive,” I croaked.
Leaning closer, he kissed the corner of my mouth, then moved across my jawline toward my ear. “But you know how good I can make it feel,” he whispered huskily.
My hips rocked against his hand, not caring that this was a bad idea.
“Mmm, that’s my girl,” he said, then began to move down my body.
I closed my eyes, letting him open my legs. The pulse of need was already throbbing throughout me, not caring about anything but the pleasure that he would bring.
I gasped, my eyes flying open as he swiped his tongue over my entrance. A low chuckle vibrated against me as he continued his intimate kissing. This wasn’t going to take long. I was already close. The rough brush of his unshaven face made me shiver as his chin ran over my upper thigh. If I looked down at him doing this, I knew I’d orgasm.
Reaching over, I grabbed his pillow, then dropped my gaze to see his shoulder muscles flexing as his head moved with each long lap of his tongue. Just as the crest hit, I covered my face with the pillow and let out a scream. Shaking as the pulsing of my release took over.
“Fuuuck.”
I heard his raspy voice as his hands gripped my inner thighs almost painfully. He began sucking and growling like he was the one getting off and not me.
“Give me more of that,” he demanded.
I was still riding my high longer than normal. My hips bucked, and he buried his face further against me as his tongue shoved inside.
I was screaming God’s name, his name, and several other things into the pillow, not sure this was going to end and hoping it never did. When the descent finally came, I was sucking in air and tossed the pillow aside so I could get a full breath.