Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Gotta know, baby, do you always greet creepers dressed like this,” he asked, his hand moving to tease down the bare skin between my breasts, making me acutely aware of the fact that my silk sash hadn’t exactly stayed in place during my mad dash to murder my potential attacker. Which meant the entire front of my robe had slipped open several inches.
You could only make out the sides of my breasts, but there was no way Crow couldn’t tell that I didn’t have any panties on.
“Fuck,” he growled as his fingers kept tracing down over my belly. “Shouldn’t have stayed away so long,” he said, making my belly flip-flop.
“Why did you?” I asked, voice small, and hopefully not as vulnerable as I felt.
Because that was pretty much all I could focus on since he’d left the last time.
Why hadn’t he come back?
It felt so damn needy to think it even once, let alone all day and night for days.
I couldn’t help it, though. And I’d been reminding myself just as frequently that it was just hormones, that sex released all those lovey-dovey hormones and made you miss someone even if you barely knew them.
“Don’t fucking know,” Crow admitted. “Didn’t want to seem desperate,” he added as his hand flattened to move back up my chest, closing around my breast.
I was feeling pretty desperate already.
“And I couldn’t text,” he added. “Might have done that if I could.”
“I’ll remember to charge my phone,” I said, shivering as his finger started to circle my nipple.
“You have a phone?”
“I’m reclusive, not a Luddite,” I said, trying to keep my tone light even as the need was pulsing through my veins. “I’ll give you my number,” I added before letting out a strangled moan as his thumb and forefinger started to roll my nipple.
“Been thinking about this non-fucking-stop,” he admitted as his other hand rose to grab my other breast.
“Me too,” I admitted, seeing no reason to lie. I was already putty in his hands.
“Wish I woulda known that,” he said, slowly lowering himself down in front of me. “Wouldn’t have needed to be fantasizing about tasting you again, coulda just been doing it.”
And then he was.
His tongue working perfect circles around my clit as his fingers slipped inside of me, feeling how ready I already was for him.
My hands went to his shoulders, holding on as he drove me up with relentless precision.
His fingers turned and curled inside of me, stroking across my top wall, creating a different sensation that had me rushing toward that edge and flying off of it faster than I thought possible.
My cries echoed out into the quiet night.
Then Crow was back on his feet, yanking my body to his as his lips crashed down on mine.
He kissed me like he was back from war, like he’d been yearning for it for months, for years.
And I simply freaking… melted into it.
I wasn’t sure there had ever been a time in my life when I’d felt truly cherished by a man. I doubt I would have ever allowed it before.
Why I was allowing it now with him was anybody’s guess.
All I knew was it was scary and exhilarating and consuming.
Crow’s hands moved from framing my jaw to trail down my back, then sinking into my ass, just squeezing for a second, then pulling up up up until my tippy toes left the ground, and I dangled for a second before I realized what he wanted. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist.
As soon as I did, he turned, slamming me back against the wall, making his hard cock press against the core of me, making a muffled moan escape me against his lips.
I was completely shameless then, crossing my ankles to give myself leverage, then using that leverage to lift my hips and drop them back down, grinding against his hardness.
A growl moved through Crow at the contact, his hands squeezing my ass so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if he left marks.
My hands wedged between us, working at his button and zipper with impatient fingers.
When I couldn’t get it, I grabbed his shoulders so I could drop my legs down, then finished the task before starting to lower myself down in front of him.
His hand moved to the back of my head, a firm pressure that didn’t try to force me forward as I took my time exploring him with my finger, then the tip of my tongue before taking him in.
I’d never really liked giving or receiving of oral in the past. I think, to an extent, it was too intimate to me. I’d never wanted to be that close to a man.
But, somehow, I reveled in it with Crow.
I felt oddly powerful hearing him slowly start to lose control as I worked him. His hands dug into the back of my head and neck. His breathing got fast and ragged. His silence became almost pained groans.