Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs, and he returns with the device in his hand. He turns it over and grins at the back.
“Beg, Baby Girl,” he says, reading one of the stickers aloud, and then raises an eyebrow and looks up at me.
Pressing my lips together, I shrug. “I told you I like spicy books.”
“Mm-hmm.” He sits next to me and pulls me against his side, then passes me the Kindle so I can wake it up for him.
“You can start this book from the beginning if you want, but I’m not too far in yet.”
“I’m fine. Give me a quick report of what’s happened so far. Also, I like that this screen lights up. Makes it less dark in here for you.”
I kiss his biceps as warmth moves through me. Being taken care of feels good.
“It’s called Dom by S.J. Tilly. Mafia romance. The hero’s name is Dominic, and hers is Valentine. Val for short. They met in an airport, happened to be on the same flight, and sat next to each other.”
“Handy,” he says, making me laugh.
“And entertaining, I might add. The whole flight has basically been foreplay, the sexual tension is thick, and now they’re in the next airport, and he just took her into a breastfeeding pod.”
Beckett frowns down at me. “Is she a mom?”
“No.” I bite my lip and shake my head, and I want to smile because I know exactly what’s about to happen.
“Then why … oh.”
“Yeah. That’s as far as I got.”
“Irish, are you telling me that I’m diving right into a sex scene?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t read it yet.” I giggle when he pins me in a stare that clearly says you have got to be kidding me. He clears his throat and starts to read.
The main characters, Dom and Val, go into the pod, and they are so bloody attracted to each other, it’s palpable. She gives him permission to touch her. They come together, kissing and making out, and it’s hot.
Beckett squirms and has to clear his throat again, and I lean my cheek against his biceps and close my eyes, imagining this intimate scene. Beckett’s voice is far sexier than what I’d been hearing in my head for Dom. It slides over me like warm molasses as he reads aloud. Imagine if he was a book narrator. Women would not be able to put the book down.
Listening to him describe the bench inside the room, her naked body as she straddles Dom, what she’s experiencing while he’s suckling her nipples is enough to make my breath catch. I feel like I’m there as Dom makes them both crazy with his attention to her breasts. Beckett’s almost growling out the words as she unfastens his shirt so she can see his tattoos.
The hero is hot. Covered in tattoos that I can clearly see in my head as Beckett reads. And then it starts to get really good and Beck’s voice gets rougher.
Dom strokes one finger up the length of my slit but doesn’t push in.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” His finger slides the length again.
I pull his belt free from the buckle.
“I’m so tempted …” The first inch of his finger presses inside me. But he pulls it back out.
I whimper while I undo the button on his pants.
“But if I start now, you’ll be coming on my hand.” He traces his finger back up toward my clit.
I pull his zipper down.
“And I want you coming on my cock.”
I pull down the top of his boxers, and his dick pops free.
It’s so big and thick that it audibly slaps up against his hard stomach.
Beckett stops and stares down at me. “Really?”
“Hey, yours is that big,” I remind him. His eyes narrow on me, and his jaw tightens. I glide my hand over his rippling abs and feel them tense under my touch. “And your stomach is hard.”
He smirks and then continues.
Dom slides his other hand down my back, down the crease of my ass, and keeps going until his fingertips touch below me. One hand in front and one behind.
“Hold my cock steady,” Dom demands as he lifts me.
He lifts me off his lap.
“Hmm, nice,” I murmur and wiggle in my seat. “We love a strong man.”
“If you keep talking like that, Irish …”
“Read.” I kiss his biceps, and he shifts his attention back to the book.
His thighs are so thick, and I’m so much shorter, that even on my knees, I can’t get the height I need to get his dick inside me.
So he’s lifting me. By the vagina. One hand on either side of my entrance, holding me open.
“Enough.” Beckett tosses the Kindle aside. He pulls me over his lap until I’m straddling him, and his hands are firm on my arse, holding me against him.