Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
That was fair.
And I felt like I knew Saul well enough to know he was the kind of man who was impeccable with his word.
“Okay. Thank you. That makes me feel a little better.”
Even after knowing he’d comforted me, though, that damn hand just stayed right there on my thigh. It was a few inches too high to be considered friendly. And the hold was just firm enough to feel possessive.
It wasn’t long before my hyper-fixation on noticing it was sending little shockwaves of need through my body until I felt it throbbing between my thighs—acute enough to have me shifting in my seat every so often.
I tried to focus on the music on the radio.
I tried to ground myself with things I could hear, feel, smell, and see.
But I was so surrounded by Saul that the little mindfulness exercise only made me even more turned on.
When shifting wasn’t enough, I found myself pressing my thighs together so hard that the muscles started to fatigue and shake.
“This is a weird direction,” I said when he turned off the main road and headed toward a more desolate area.
“This isn’t the way to the shelter,” he told me, turning off the side street and into a long, abandoned parking lot.
This was when, normally, my alarm bells would be ringing, when I would be thinking it was time to hop out of the truck and run for my life.
All I felt with Saul, though, was a gentle kind of curiosity.
“What is this?”
“Campgrounds, technically. But no one comes here. The water feature that used to be a big attraction dried up years back.”
“What are we doing here?” I asked, glancing around, not seeing a single soul save for a twitchy little squirrel digging around under a tree.
“We seem to have a problem.”
“Problem? Like with the car?” I asked.
“No, honey, not with the car.”
Before I could ask what he meant, though, his hand released my thigh to press between my legs. A surprised, whimpering gasp escaped me.
“You’ve been rocking around in your seat for the past twenty miles,” he said, his fingers pushing more firmly against me, eliciting a deeper moan. “I had a sneaking suspicion this may have been the reason why.”
“You… had your hand on my thigh,” I said through panting breaths as I tried to hold myself back from humping his damn hand; I was so desperate for more.
“And you couldn’t stop thinking about it sliding up,” he said, leaning closer. His other hand moved around me, trapping me. Like I had any intention of running away. “Of slipping under your pants and panties,” he went on, his hand gliding under my waistbands and down. “Of teasing down.”
His voice was a low rumble that I felt in my stomach, felt humming through my veins.
“Of seeing if you’re aching for me.”
“I am,” I sighed, too needy to care how desperate I sounded.
“Are you?” he asked, his dark eyes burning into mine.
Then his hand pressed against my cleft, making my whole body jolt as a gasp escaped me. The sound was drowned out by his rumbling approval at finding me just as wet as he’d been anticipating.
“Tell me,” he demanded, fingers staying stubbornly still. “How many times did you wake up in bed thinking of me, your pussy drenched like this?”
“Every night,” I admitted, my hips doing a helpless little rock to get even the tiniest bit of friction.
“Every night,” he repeated. All at once, his fingers moved. His thumb pressed against my clit as two fingers thrust inside me. “That sounds familiar,” he added, reaching for my hand and pressing it against the firm outline of his cock against his pants. “Yeah,” he said when my walls tightened around his fingers in response. “Been thinking about how your pussy would tighten around my cock when I’m buried deep inside you.”
My hips did another circle; my head fell back with a moan.
Saul leaned in, his lips going to my neck as his fingers started to work me.
He wasn’t teasing or exploring right then. He was working me with expert precision, driving me up at a ruthless, unrelenting pace, as his tongue flicked the pulse point at my neck.
The world tightened, narrowed, as the orgasm screamed through me, stealing my voice, my breath, and any control I had over my own body, leaving me shaking and shuddering in the aftermath.
Saul’s head shifted up, his lips planting a soft, sweet kiss on my lips as his hand slid out of my panties.
Then he just… shifted back in his seat like he was going to get back on the road.
I wasn’t ready just yet.
I reached for his hand when it moved to shift us out of park.
Then, when his gaze landed on me, I slid my hair tie off my wrist, keeping eye contact as I pulled my waves back into a ponytail.