Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He rested his hands on her hips, not guiding or pushing, just touching her. She climbed into his lap to straddle him. “Touch me.” She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the side. “I want to feel your skin against mine.” Leaning forward, she had to bite back a moan when her chest pressed against his, her bra the only barrier between them.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. “Fuck, you’re almost too good to be true.” His thumbs feathered over her nipples, and this time she couldn’t hold back her moan. Cillian dipped down and captured one with his mouth, sucking her through the lace.
“Oh God.” She tried to get closer, digging her fingers into his hair and rolling her hips, but her jeans were too tight for her to get to where she needed. “More.”
He looked up at her. “I’m going to make you come now.”
She was already nodding. “Yes.”
His grin was almost reward enough in and of itself. But then he hooked an arm around her waist and twisted, laying her down across the backseat and covering her. His weight settling between her legs was a whole new kind of heaven, but he didn’t stop there. Cillian slipped an arm behind one knee and hitched her leg up and around his waist, so that the ridge of his cock rubbed right across the seam of her jeans and her clit. He kissed her as he rolled his hips, devouring her mouth. His tongue stroked hers and he slipped a hand down to cup her ass, bringing her more firmly against him. “You like this.”
“Yes.” A breathless laugh escaped as he licked and nipped across her jaw. “I feel a little like I’m necking in the back of some high school boyfriend’s car, though.”
He leaned back enough to meet her gaze. “Sweetheart, I’m a thousand times better than some fumbling teenager.” As if to prove his point, he rolled his hips again, the friction nearly making her eyes roll back in her head. He lightly bit her earlobe.
She grinned even as she arched up to meet his thrust. “Oh, I guess you’re pretty okay.” There was something so goddamn hot about the fact that they were still wearing most of their clothes and yet her body was humming with more pleasure than she could have dreamed. He was right. He could get her off like this. She was already halfway there.
“Then I’ll just have to up my game.” He kissed her again, his hands digging into her hips and forcing her to meet his rhythm, stroke for stroke. Abruptly, he stopped, almost making her cry out in protest. “I changed my mind. These jeans have to come off.”
A few seconds passed before she realized he was waiting for permission. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” He moved back enough to unbutton them and jerked them down her hips and off her legs. What in the world had possessed her to wear skinny jeans? Such a bad idea. But then they were gone and he was back between her legs. He lifted her again, resuming their original positions with her straddling him. She shot him a look, which he returned with another grin. “What? I like the view.”
Sex had never been like this before—almost…fun. She liked it. God, who was she kidding? She liked him. Olivia braced her hands on the roof of the car and shifted against him, biting her lip when his cock rubbed against all the right places. “You’re right. This is better.”
He slid a thumb beneath the side of her panties, tracing down the dip where her thigh met her center and back up again. He was so close to where she wanted him, but he seemed content to tease her. “Your panties are soaked.”
She angled her hips, trying to force him to touch her clit, but his grip tightened, holding her in place. “You promised me something.” Make me come again. Please.
“I always keep my promises.” His thumb stroked her clit and then spread her wetness up and circled it again. “This is what you want.”
“Yes.” She spread her legs even more, lifting herself up a little to give him better access, which he was all too ready to take.
He pushed a finger into her and groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart, the feel of you clenching around me drives me wild.”
He was doing a damn good job of driving her wild right alongside him. She hooked the back of his neck and kissed him as she rode his hand, her orgasm looming closer with each stroke. He’d finish her like this if she wasn’t careful and, as hot as that was, she wanted more.
Reaching between them, she dragged down his zipper and freed his cock. He was broad and long, and she shivered as she wrapped her hand around him. “I want to feel you.”