Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“We can’t skip savasana,” she says, in a voice that is pure temptation, and I’m so damned close to giving in. “It’s the most beneficial pose.”
“I can think of other beneficial poses,” I say, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into my lap.
Her breath rushes out in surprise as she braces her hands on my chest. “Tank,” she says. “We shouldn’t.”
“Then tell me to stop,” I whisper as I curl my hand around the back of her neck, letting my thumb trace up and down the velvet skin I’m dying to kiss. “I’ll stop. Just say the word.”
She exhales a soft moan that nearly undoes me, even before she breathes, “I don’t want you to stop.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I pull her down with me, cradling her against my chest as our mouths collide—hot, desperate, and hungry. Her curves press against me, making me groan as her hips grind against mine, her heat branding me through the thin barrier of our clothes.
The kiss is molten, all the tension that’s been building between us unleashed in a clash of tongues and teeth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging just enough to send a delicious shiver down my spine. I nip at her bottom lip, swallowing the breathy moan she gives in response.
“This is unprofessional,” she whispers against my mouth, even as she rocks against me, making my dick throb.
“Do you want to stop?” The way she’s moving on me tells me the answer, but I need to hear her say it.
Her eyes flash. “No. God, no.”
I kiss her again, claiming her lips with an intensity that shocks me a little. It’s been so long since a woman made me feel like this, so desperate, so starved for her taste, her touch. My hands skim down her sides, memorizing every dip and curve before slipping beneath the hem of her tank top. The bare skin beneath my fingertips is warm and smooth, and she shivers as I trace the arch of her spine.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur, trailing kisses along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. When I bite gently at her earlobe, she gasps.
I roll us over, pinning her beneath me on the thin mat. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she wraps a leg around my waist, drawing me even closer, until there’s nothing stopping me from being inside her but two thin layers of sweat-dampened fabric.
“Again, we can stop any time,” I rasp, bracing myself above her.
Her voice is breathy, needy, “Don’t you dare.”
I drag my palm up her ribs, cupping her breast through the cotton of her top. She arches into my touch, her nipple hardening beneath my thumb as I tease her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her breath hitches with a whimper that makes my cock strain painfully against my shorts.
“Tank...” My name is a plea as her hands dive beneath my shirt, her nails raking down my back as she lifts her hips, pressing against me in silent invitation. My fingers trail down her belly to the waistband of her leggings, pausing just long enough to meet her gaze.
Her pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice shaking a little.
She nods, breathless. “Yes. Please.”
I slip my hand beneath the elastic, my heart nearly stopping when I find her bare—no panties, just soft, slick skin that’s already so fucking ready for me. The discovery makes me groan and my already aching balls drag heavy between my legs.
“Jesus, Stephanie...”
Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat as I circle her clit with slow, teasing strokes. She whimpers, her hips bucking against my hand, and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. I dip one finger inside her, then another, stretching her, feeling her heat clench around me.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful, Teach. So fucking sexy.”
Her eyes flutter open, locking with mine. The connection is electric—so raw, so intimate, it leaves me breathless. I hold her gaze, letting her stare straight into my soul as I work her with steady, practiced strokes, loving the way she’s unraveling beneath me.
Every gasp, every moan, every tremble burns itself into my memory.
“Tank, oh God,” she whispers, clinging to my biceps. “I’m almost… I’m so close…”
“I’ve got you,” I promise, pressing my thumb against her clit in perfect rhythm with my fingers. “Let go. Come for me, beautiful.”
Her body arches, a broken cry spilling from her lips as she shatters beneath me. I watch her fall apart, riding out every wave of pleasure as her nails bite into my skin and her slick heat pulses around my fingers.
I don’t stop—can’t stop—until she’s panting in my arms, her breath coming in uneven hitches as she recovers. Finally, I ease my hand away, wrapping her up in my arms as she rests her head on my chest.