Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Proper kissing? Everywhere?” she asked, her voice breathy and low.
I splayed my palm over her flat belly, so eager to touch her. “Everywhere.” My thumb dropped lower, tracing a line along the waistband of her panties, making my meaning clear. “Everywhere along your beautiful body.”
She shivered, and her lips parted, but she said nothing. We’d promised to cool it, but the press of the crowd forced us unbearably close, and temptation was impossible to resist. “You deserve someone who craves the taste of your lips. The feel of your body. A woman like you deserves a man who understands the three-to-one ratio.”
She arched a brow in question “What’s that?”
I brushed strands of her blonde hair away from her ear to whisper, “I would make sure you came three times before I even did once.”
She gasped, and her lips fell open. “Can I have my second now?”
I smiled wickedly and said, “My greedy woman.”
“Can you blame me? You tortured me with promises of orgasms,” she said.
I stared into her blue eyes, all fiery with heat, then at her chest, a sheen across her dewy skin. She was so hard to resist.
And fuck it.
So much for resistance tonight. I’d start tomorrow.
I’d give myself one more moment with her. That was all.
“You can have it now, but only if you’re quiet,” I said.
“On the dance floor?” she asked, breathless and flushed with excitement.
“Considering I’m going to use my mouth, the answer would be no.”
Her eyes gleamed with yes and soon with god yes.
She held out her hand, and I took it. I led her off the dance floor, down the hall to a small bathroom. No stalls. This was a bathroom for one.
Or really, two.
The second the door snicked shut, I locked it, then pushed her against the wall and took her mouth in a merciless, passionate kiss that promised hard, hot sex that lasted all night. She moaned into my mouth, grabbing at my shirt and radiating so much want.
Good. I wanted her desire badly. Nothing turned me on more than winding her up. And, well, getting her off. I broke the kiss. She was panting with need. “Now,” she whispered, begging. “Kiss me properly.” Her eyes sparkled with naughty desire.
I crooked my lips into a grin. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m going to be very improper.”
“I know,” she said, then my desperate woman pushed on my shoulders.
I kneeled down, barely caring about the tiled floor. I had a job to do. One I took very seriously. One I adored. I pushed up her dress, pulled her panties to the side and exposed her slick heat. I groaned at the sight of her wet pussy. Then I wasted no time. I pressed a hot, passionate kiss to her clit.
Her hands flew around my head, curling in my hair. “Oh god.”
“Quiet,” I admonished.
She said nothing as I flicked my tongue over the gorgeous rise of her clit, sucking her, feasting on her.
She rocked her hips shamelessly against my face. I cupped her ass cheeks, pulled her closer, and kissed her silky wetness. She tasted like salt and honey. And her arousal made my cock throb harder. With each flick of my tongue, she grew wetter, thrust faster, gripped my head harder.
Soon, she was feverishly fucking my face with her pussy, and I was devouring her sweetness. I wanted to spread her out on a bed and worship her properly.
Or really improperly.
But tonight, I wanted to taste her climax on my tongue.
And I wanted it now. I gripped her ass harder, my fingers playing with her cheeks as I licked and sucked.
Till she was shaking, then trembling.
And I could taste her release on my mouth.
It only made me hungrier for her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of this woman. But I was sure I’d need to do better tomorrow.
When I rose, I wiped a hand across my mouth, met her gaze, and said sincerely, “Tomorrow I’ll try to resist you.”
She shuddered out a yes.
Her promise too.
Then, I tucked a messy strand of hair behind her ear. “By the way, you can dance.”
Her lips quirked up. “Yes, I can.” She studied me for a beat. “Does it bother you I said I couldn’t?”
The truth was it didn’t. I understood exactly why she’d peddled that half-truth. She didn’t know me then. She didn’t know what I was up to. And the fact that she’d fibbed told me she might make a fine partner after all.
Sometimes you had to lie a little to get the job done.
“No. Just don’t lie about this,” I said, gesturing from her to me.
“I won’t,” she said, then she pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “By the way, you still owe me one more before your number comes up.”
She turned around and left for the dance floor. I followed her there a few minutes later, staying several feet behind her during the show.