All the Wright Moves – Wright Series Read Online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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Suddenly, his kisses moved south. I went rigid as his mouth went from my skin back down to the material of the dress. His hands bunched up the skirt of the dress so he could drag his hands up my inner thighs, stopping just short of where I was so desperate for him.

“Should I torture you some more?” he teased.

“West,” I groaned.

A finger tracked down the middle of my lace underwear. I jumped at the contact.

He just grinned, shooting me that hidden dimple. “As I expected. You’re so wet.”

I blushed at the words, but his head had already disappeared beneath my skirts. And then his mouth was on my underwear, right over my opening. He didn’t move the material out of the way; he just breathed hot air against it.

“Oh fuck.”

He did it again and again. I writhed underneath him, desperate for release. How was I this close? How? It shouldn’t have been possible. And yet my core was pulsing as everything built up and up and up.

When he hooked my thong and dragged it down my legs, I could barely contain myself.

“How close are you?” he asked as he slicked a finger through my folds, coating it with my wetness.

“Close.”

He circled my clit.

“So close.”

His mouth replaced his finger, sucking on my clit. My head hit the tiles of the kitchen wall with a soft crack.

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

He followed the gentle licking with two fingers thrusting deep inside of me. And I saw stars. He didn’t even have to move. He’d worked me up so much that the first few strums against my clit caused me to come undone.

I cried out in incoherent sputters. Time had disappeared as the orgasm racked my body. It was a minute later when everything finally stopped shuddering and the earthquake in my body settled.

West was watching me with delight on his face. “I barely touched you.”

I laughed softly. “That’s what you call barely touching me?”

He withdrew his fingers and helped me off the countertop and onto wobbly legs. My knees buckled underneath me. He caught me easily and swept me up into his arms. I tried to protest, but he was already heading down the hallway toward his room.

In all the months of him being away, I’d never touched West’s room, except to keep it clean. Now, it felt as if I were entering the West Wing for the first time. He toed the door closed behind him and then set me down in the middle of his king-size bed. He flicked on a side lamp, which illuminated all the hard contours of his body as he stripped out of his suit coat and ripped free the buttons on his shirt.

I sat up onto my knees and ran my hand down each individual ridge. “Mmm.” My hand moved to his belt, and I wrenched it free, popped the button, and dragged down his zipper. “This is much better.”

“Is it now?” he asked with that same feral look in his eyes. As if he’d never believed we’d get to this moment and he was going to take advantage of every single minute of it.

“Oh yes.”

“And that dress?”

I shimmied the rest of the way out of it, dropping it onto the floor. Now, I was completely naked in front of him. I wanted to wrap my arms across my breasts or sneak under the covers to hide from him. But he was entranced at the sight of me, and it stilled my arms as I lay backward on the bed for his viewing pleasure.

“Much better.”

He dropped his trousers and kicked them off to the side. His cock sprang free of his boxers as he slipped them down his muscled legs. My eyes widened. I’d felt the hardness of him in the kitchen, but the sight of him was something else entirely.

“Oh,” I whispered.

He crawled onto the bed after me, slipping his hips between my legs but just far enough away that he wasn’t quite touching me yet. “Those are some wide eyes.”

I reached out tentatively and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was his turn for his eyes to roll back into his head.

“You’re big,” I admitted softly.

“We’ll go slow.”

I dragged my hand up and down him a few times before he moved forward and captured my lips again. At the first contact of him against my core, I gasped into his mouth. He wasn’t even in me, just slicking himself through my folds, and every single nerve ending crackled with desire.

“Nora,” he breathed.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” he repeated, pulling back to look into my face.

“I don’t want to stop.”

He nodded, reaching across the bed to grab a condom out of a side table. He broke the foil and sheathed himself. Our bodies aligned perfectly. His hand returned to my cheek as he tipped me up for a kiss.


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