Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
His eyebrows lowered. “What…just happened?”
She tried to push up, but he held her firm. “You watched me over your dick. I am pretty sure we are all on the same page there.”
“No.” He leaned down to look into her eyes. “You never understood why guys like that…then your mind went dark. The same thing happened on the way out here. I thought I was preoccupied, but it happened again.”
She swatted his hand away, thinking back. Ah yeah, allowing Tarian to have a look when usually she wouldn’t (because she wasn’t ready to admit special treatment, since that would lead to feelings).
He grabbed her chin, peering deeply into her eyes. Her skin tingled, and pain flared in her temples.
She froze. “What are you doing?”
“You did it again. You’re blocking your thoughts from me, and right now, I can’t retrieve them. I see the absence of them, but not them. That’s not normal. I should feel a block, but yours are gone. I can’t see a way to pry into them.” He leaned back against the couch, releasing her. “Are you doing something from your training?” He shook his head. “I can’t think about that now. I can’t focus. Come here. I need you.”
She crawled up onto him, her expectations rising. Her knees indented the couch beside his thighs. She lifted up, her hands on his cheeks. She captured his lips as she swung her hips forward. His tip dragged against her wetness, and he drew in a shaky breath. She reached between them and took hold of his length, running the tip more firmly against her. He groaned, gripping her upper arms tightly.
The world paused, and then she sat down slowly.
“Daisy…” slipped from his lips, a whisper of unwavering devotion.
She stopped and came back up, rolled her hips, and worked down a little more. His girth was nothing to sneeze at, and she had to take it in slowly to grow accustomed to it. She wrapped her arms around his large shoulders as she continued to kiss him, their tongues wrestling, his body sliding more deeply into hers.
“Oh gods—fuck,” he breathed, his hands starting to shake where they held her. He squeezed her tightly as she took him deeper still. “Fuck, this feels…”
She gyrated her hips and took him all the way in, sitting down on him with a pleasurable sigh. Fuck he felt good. So fucking good. She couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this fucking good.
“So fucking good,” he whispered, and his deep, raw voice gave her shivers.
He ran his hands down her back as he groaned. He leaned back and dragged her with him. His eyes drifted shut.
“I want more of you,” he rasped in a tortured voice. “I want all of you.”
He braced his hands on her hips and his feet against the floor. He held her firmly and started to drive up into her. Her downward slide met his upward thrust, and all the air left her lungs with a moan. Suddenly, she couldn’t get him deep enough. Hard enough.
“Yes, Daisy,” he said, his lips against hers. The way he said it, his tone, sent butterflies through her middle, made increased emotion bubble up. “More.”
She rolled to the side, and he followed her eagerly, fitting between her thighs and striving harder. She wrapped her legs around him. Her nails raked across his back.
“Fuck, dewdrop, this is—” He drove with punishing strokes, and her slippery control fled entirely. Their bodies fit together perfectly, and the feelings transcended the moment.
She called his name, squeezing her eyes shut and chasing her climax. He was right there with her, gripping her, his lips never far from hers. The feeling of him consumed her. Took her to a place that had no name. Everything in her body tightened up, relishing in his strength bearing down on her. In her.
“I’m going to…I’m going to—” She cried out as she blasted apart.
He groaned as he shuddered against her, getting in the last strokes of his release.
Their breathing was harried as they continued to clutch each other tightly. He held himself firmly in her, not pulling away, and she closed her eyes as she drank in his proximity.
That was better than she’d expected. Better than she ever could’ve expected. Fuck that was good. The best, actually.
An aftershock made her shiver, and he lifted. She expected him to pull away, but instead, he grabbed her body and lifted her with him. He returned to sitting with her lying across his chest.
“It’s a really good thing we waited to do that,” he murmured, his palms flat against her back.
“Why?”
“Because we’ve just finished and I want it again. The craving hasn’t gone away at all. It’s gotten worse. If I’d done that before now, I would’ve never gotten anything done.”
“What about now that you have?”
He slid his hands down her back and gripped her butt. “Your ass?”