Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
When Nick’s fingertips slip beneath my dress and graze along my breasts, I pull away, my eyes on his as I slowly lift the fabric up over my head, completely baring myself to him. His eyes never leave mine until I feel heat suffuse my cheeks that have nothing to do with the morning heat.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he lowers his head and kisses each of my breasts before pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.
The sound of his low moan sets my core ablaze. Running my fingers through his hair as he sucks and nibbles, I fling my head back in abandon as he alternates from one breast to the other. I could stay like this forever—him drinking from my flesh—but his delicious little bites come to an end.
Working his way up my chest to my neck, and then to my lips again, Nick lowers me to my back while claiming my mouth in another passionate kiss.
Yes, yes, I want this.
I want this so badly that I don’t hesitate to help as he kneels up and begins to push down his pants using only one hand.
I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I won’t.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Nick
The woman who has been so strong, so hard, is melting like butter beneath my touch. I can feel every tremble of her lips transferred to me as I gently kiss her. I sweep the tip of my tongue along the seam of her mouth, and when her lips part, I enjoy the taste of her. I draw her lower lip between my teeth, giving the soft flesh a gentle nip, drawing a deep moan from her which causes my cock to twitch against her hip. Soothing the slight sting with a gentle laving, I swallow her next moan. I’ve waited too long to connect with the woman again who has captured my very soul.
Even when Lyriope gives my hair a none too gentle tug, I ignore her silent plea to rush. I have no plan to hurry, no desire to miss a single moment of exploring every single inch of her, mapping her body with my lips, tongue, and fingers.
Moving only the tiniest bit, I press my lips to her cheek, swearing I can feel the heat that stains her smooth skin a beautiful rose color, emphasizing her high cheekbones and drawing my eyes to hers. I kiss her brow, and when she sighs and her eyes flutter shut, I press my lips against her eyelids, knowing that beneath the thin membrane are the windows to her soul—a soul I’ve searched for my entire life and recognize as the other half of mine.
When they open, raw desire shining from the depths of amber brown flecked with tiny glints of gold only strengthen my resolve to take Lyriope to a place where she will feel safe enough to fall apart in my arms, to know that I’ll always be there to catch her—to protect her, to love her.
Cupping her cheek, her skin like velvet against the roughness of my palm, I stroke my thumb along her flesh. My heart catches as she turns her head to press her lips against my skin, her tongue giving its own tiny lick that once again has my cock twitching.
Still, I have far more to taste, to explore.
When she turns her face back to mine, I smile and bend to kiss her forehead. I run my fingers through the long dark tendrils of her hair. The strands remind me of exotic woods. Red tints are those of mahogany; brown curls lightened to a gold by the sun mimic the colors of tigerwood. The hues of chestnut, maple, and teak are all part of the heavy curtain that fan out against chaise pillows. Lifting a tendril, I press my lips to the curl, imagining the length of it falling forward, hiding her features as she lowers her mouth to my cock, taking me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my tip.
This time it is my groan that fills the air, and it takes me a moment to realize that the little minx has obviously decided that a more deliberate tug might accomplish what the pulls on my hair have not. I glance down to see her hand is wrapped around my shaft, her fingers moving slowly up and down my length. It feels heavenly, and yet I am nowhere near ready to concede to her ministrations. Instead, I wrap my fingers around hers, give a gentle squeeze and then pull her hand free.
“Not yet. I still have far more to explore,” I say softly, lifting her hand and giving her palm a kiss.
“But I want—”
“Shh, you’re not the boss. You know this. Just relax and let me feast on what’s mine.”
Those gorgeous brown eyes roll, and I grin when she says, “I thought you said no one owns me, remember?”