Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
She looked at him with so much trust, like she was waiting for his next move, and whichever way he led, she would follow. He’d never seen her this pliant. This…submitted? That wasn’t a word anyone who knew Jo would ever associate with her, but it kept encroaching on his mind. This sense that she wanted his pleasure even more than his. He recognized it because he felt the same way. He coveted the sounds she’d make when she came. The way her body would weep during orgasm. He hadn’t even thought about how it would feel to be buried inside her. All the sensual entropy he was drowning in was about her. All her.
“I choose worship.” He kissed down her neck until he could lavish one nipple between his lips.
“I thought you chose fucking.” Her words rode on a breath to reach his ears. Whatever he wanted. It was imprinted in her eyes, in the arms down at her side, waiting.
“We have all night. We can do a little of both.” He squeezed one bare butt cheek, his mouth already watering at the thought of sinking his teeth into that perfect roundness. “Maybe a lot of both.”
“You’re messing up my plans, Mitchell.”
“Is this the lady garden again?” Cam laughed, but it faded fast like a winter sunset. “I don’t care about that, or if your hair is straight, or if your nails are done. It’s going to be perfect because it’s you and me. Finally, it’s you and me.”
* * *
So much heat. So much need. Cam radiated it and Jo absorbed it, letting it warm and fill her. She had waited half her life for this moment, and her hair and nails were a mess. Nothing was the way she’d envisioned it.
Take that back.
The way Cam looked at her—that was just as she’d hoped it would be. His lips scattering kisses across her arms, breasts, feet—perfect. Oh, good Lord, his mouth between her legs, licking and nipping and sucking—absolute nirvana. Watching his mouth hollow around her, seeing the flex of lean muscle in his chest and arms as he hovered over her. He was the kind of man you never expected to see in real life, and he was in her bed making love to her in centimeters and seconds, immeasurably drawing out the pleasure until she ached and burned with the need to reciprocate.
“I want to touch you, too.” Her mouth surrendered the words in pants. One of his hands caged her wrists above her head while he suckled gently at her breasts.
“Not yet.” He pulled her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling the soft flesh like an appetizer. “You first.”
Oh, she was first. Over and over again, the pleasure broke through her and inside her until she lay quivering and jerking and twitching, her body a coda of shivers. She was at his mercy, inhibitions scattered on the floor with the clothes he’d peeled from her body. Her hips thrusting into his mouth, into his fingers, seeking satisfaction.
“It’s good?” He dipped his tongue into her belly button, then moved back down, curving his big hand under her butt, pulling her deeper into the heat of his mouth.
“You know it is.” Jo grappled for control, loosened and unraveled by every gentle touch. By the kisses he drizzled across her neck and down her body and between her legs. “I need you. Inside me. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
He pulled her up, sprawling her over his thighs, one leg on either side of him, his fingers spreading her to take him. One hand lifted her, still gentle but with undisguised anticipation and strength.
“I will remember this moment for the rest of my life.” Cam tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her head still, arresting her eyes with the hot urgency of his. “When I was closer to you than I’ve ever been to anyone. I want to fuck your soul.”
When he lowered her onto him, she dropped her head to his shoulder. She would wait another lifetime if it meant having this moment. This joining, where their flesh merged, passion hyphenating their bodies. The emotions flashing between them like the conversation of thunder and lightning. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. There was no doubt in her mind it was the same for him.
He dropped his head back, closing his eyes and groaning, one arm pressed against her naked back, fingers twisted into her hair. The other hand claimed her thigh and guided her, pacing the syncopation of their hips rocking into one another. She could see his control slipping like a rope through his fingers. The clenched jaw. His full mouth tightened across his teeth. She had left control far behind, and she wanted to undo him.
“I need you deeper.” She dropped the words into his ear, loving the tension knifing through him at the raspy words. “Harder, Cam.”