Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
He rubs the back of his hand over his lips, his gaze sweeping my face and chest before returning like a magnet to my cock. “I remember it. I also remember that I didn’t get to see your body that last time. You’re beautiful. More beautiful than I imagined. All of you. Win, you’re…” His voice faded away and I let his words wash over me.
I’m flattered. Aroused. And possibly still unconscious, because having this man sweet talk me and look at me like I’m a five-course meal only happened in my dreams until now.
He’s right. Reality is even better. In dreams, I never saw the true breadth of his shoulders. Or the chest hair that’s thick enough to play with but does nothing to hide his muscular frame or the tattoo of a— Is that a butterfly? Even in the dim firelight of the living room, it’s stunning and unexpected. Did I think it was a gang tattoo? How does this man keep surprising me?
“I’m waiting to see all of you too,” I finally say. “I admit, you shirtless is enough to do it for me, but I think it’s only fair I get to check out the entire package.”
“You want to check out my package?”
Before I can respond, he’s rolling off the bed. I manage to kick off my sweatpants without taking my eyes off of him (or taking my hand off my cock). I hold my breath when he starts unzipping his jeans and wince when he releases a pained hiss before stepping out of them. After he tugs off his socks—good man—he straightens, his hands clenching and flexing at his sides while he lets me get my first full view.
They grow men differently in Colorado is my first stupid thought as I stroke myself again to the sight of him. Michael Demir is too damn handsome for his own good. Lean but muscular. Hairy, but not too hairy. Masculine and strong. And that ruddy, meaty erection between his thighs looks even better than I remembered.
Did I forget to start breathing again? Because I’m feeling a little dizzy. My man-cup runneth over and I’m not sure what to do with all this abundance.
I can give you a few dozen ideas.
Shut up. I’ve got this.
“Holy shit, Michael,” I blurt with a decided lack of cool. “I mean, I knew, but now that I’m seeing everything all at once... How is that fair?” I wave my hand toward his entire body and lick my suddenly dry lips. “I think I’m intimidated. Still really turned on and ready to be fucked into next week. But intimidated.”
“Look who’s talking.” His fists have relaxed as I talked. Was he worried I wouldn’t like what I saw? Has he ever looked in a mirror in his life? “If I’d known you were hiding that body beneath your Christmas sweater and skinny jeans, I wouldn’t have been able to wait to unwrap you. No wonder you’re stroking yourself. If that was mine, I’d never get anything else done.”
It could be yours.
Where the hell did that thought come from? No, it couldn’t. That’s crazy talk. I don’t belong to anyone but myself, and I’m all about keeping things casual and fun. That’s all this is, right? Casual and Fun Sex: The Blizzard Edition.
“So far, this is the nicest hookup I’ve ever had,” I manage to tease shakily. “Here we are, just sitting around complimenting each other’s junk.”
Michael looks at me as if he knows what I’m trying to do. “We can do better than nice.”
My strokes still when he climbs back on the bed, positions himself between my thighs and lifts my injured ankle to his shoulder. “What are you doing with that?”
“Elevating your leg,” is his smooth, mischievous answer. “I want you to be comfortable while I get my payback.”
Those words have me swallowing hard. “Payback?”
“I’ve been thinking about your mouth for months now. Wondering how you’d have liked it if our roles were reversed. Now that I’ve seen what I’m working with, I’m eager to get started.”
A tremor rolls through my body. He wants to pay me back for that? But he didn’t come. I took him right to the edge of his climax and then had to run out the door.
Wait. Does he mean he’s not going to let me come? Did I temporarily shack up with a sadist? An edger? “You don’t have to do that, Michael. You could let me finish what I started instead. Punish me that way.”
“You misunderstand me.” He mouths his way up the inside of my thigh. Oh shit, that feels good. “We’ll both be finishing tonight. More than once. After you come down my throat, I’ll make sure you get everything I planned to give you if you’d come back to the hotel when I asked.”