Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I want to feel you,” she whispers, pulling my shirt from my waistband and sliding her hands up my chest, just like I knew she was desperate to. Her touch makes me shudder, makes me hungry for more. I pull my sweater over my head and her fingers fumble for my hem of my shirt. I take her face in my hands, deepening our kiss with every breath. I wonder if I’m being too rough. I haven’t shaved for a couple of days.
I pull back.
“Don’t stop,” she says.
“Your face is red,” I say, reaching out with my thumb. “My beard is—”
“I like it. It feels good.” Her voice is a breathy whisper.
Blood races to my cock so fast I’m light-headed.
“I want to kiss you everywhere,” I choke out.
She takes a half step back and pulls her shirt over her head. “I want that too.”
Her bra is plain white. I can’t pull my gaze away from the way her breasts push up over the edge, begging to be set free.
My breathing is frantic and I don’t know where to start. My mind is whirring. I want everything to slow down so I can think for a minute. I take a breath, turn back to the stove and shut off the heat.
When I turn back, her eyes are filled with confusion.
She needs to know I want her. I definitely want her. I can’t remember wanting anything more.
She starts to say something, but I don’t give her a chance before scooping her up and striding into the bedroom.
Something switches in me, and I’m filled with the clarity of knowing exactly what I should be doing right now. I lay her back on the mattress and inch down her sweats. Pressing a semicircle of kisses from one hip bone to the other, I revel in her softness, her sweet scent, her fingers in my hair. She writhes underneath me and I have to hold her at the waist to keep her still.
So soft. So sweet. So needy.
I pull her waistband down a little lower and my lips follow. I’m teasing, but I want to draw this out. I want her to be crazy for me by the time I taste her.
I take off the rest of my clothes and crawl over her. My erection is hard against my stomach. I settle between her thighs, my hardness pressing against her leg. It’s all for her, but she can’t have it. Not yet.
I dip, pulling her nipple into my mouth, flicking and licking before slowly tightening my teeth and biting.
She arches her back on a scream and digs her fingernails into my shoulder. I swirl my tongue, giving comfort, while I take the other nipple between my fingers and squeeze.
Her knees come up either side of me as she groans.
“Feels good, huh?”
Her eyes open. Her face is flushed and her chest heaves between us. Her eyes flit over my face like she doesn’t know what to say.
“Tell me,” I say. “I want to hear you say it.”
She nods. “It feels good.”
“You want more?” I ask. “Tell me.” She’s used to being controlled—to being powerless. She has all the power now, over me, if only she’d use it. “I want to hear what you want.”
She grabs my hand and slides my fingers between us, down, down, down, until I’m touching her pussy.
“I’m so wet,” she says. “I don’t know how—”
My groan interrupts her. I can’t help it. Her juices coat my fingers and I’m dizzy with the need to feel more. To slide into her and have my cock coated in her. To fuck her until we both forget our names.
But first, I want more. More of everything.
I bite down on her other breast and soothe the opposite nipple between my thumb and finger, rolling and pressing.
I kiss the soft fresh of her breasts over and over, then suck the side of one, knowing I’ll leave a mark. It will take a week for the bruise to fade, and every time she gets in the shower until then, she’ll think of everything we did tonight.
“Byron,” she whispers.
I press up on my palms to admire my work. Her fingers skate over the spot I just marked.
“I haven’t had a hickey since…”
“Don’t tell me,” I say. “I don’t want to hear about anyone else. Only us. Only now.”
She presses her palms on my cheeks. “There’s only us. Only now.”
Her words make me feel raw. Like she’s stolen my invisible shield. She’s unhooked my armor, unmasked me. She’s seeing through to my soul. The real me, not the guarded, careful strategist. Everything that’s left is hers.
We stare at each other like we’re newly glued together, waiting to set. We can’t move or we’ll destroy everything.
“I want you so badly,” I confess.
She widens her legs in response, inviting me to take what I want. My heart thumps in my chest, trying to wake me from a lust-induced coma.