Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
The woman he rocked his hips against like a horny fucking dog.
Her nipples were so hard, he could feel them through both of their T-shirts. It was time to get rid of those two layers of cotton and go skin to skin. To feel her heat and softness without a barrier.
When he lifted her off the floor, her arms hooked around his neck and her legs circled his waist. He hoped like fuck that miniature horse wasn’t in the way like a speed bump when he walked blindly toward the bedroom, their lips still locked because he couldn’t get enough of her mouth.
Somehow he made it through the kitchen and into Fletch’s bedroom without breaking any bones or causing any bruises.
The second his boots hit the carpet, he let her slide down his body and a groan of his own surrounded their clashing tongues.
When he finally ended their kiss, he pinned his forehead to hers, gathering his breath and his scattered brain cells. “Jesus,” he whispered.
In a husky voice, she said, “You said your name was Crew.”
“Always have to be a goddamn smart ass.”
“It takes one to know one,” she countered.
He cursed himself and stepped back. That phrase alone reminded him of just how young she was. Only starting out in both her life and her career while he already had years behind him in both.
He was a divorced father of two teenagers.
She was single, childless and still thought she could change the world.
They couldn’t be more different.
But why the fuck was he analyzing this? He never did this kind of thing when he was about to have sex with other women.
And that was all it was with the others. Sex. Plain and simple.
Why was this any different?
Goddamn it, it wasn’t. Simply having known her in the past didn’t change a fucking thing.
You want her and she obviously wants you. And here you are overthinking it, dumbass.
It would only be sex. He certainly wasn’t looking for anything more.
After his divorce, his standard operating procedure was to only hook up with women and avoid any kind of relationship. His last one had burned him badly enough that he was reluctant to step into that fire again.
Not with anyone.
Those burns had taken a while to heal, and some scars still remained.
“Crew.”
He had gotten so lost in his head that he didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes. When he opened them, she stood facing him completely naked. Her T-shirt discarded on the floor.
Holy fuck.
Hoooooly fuck.
Was this actually happening? He wasn’t still asleep in his bed and having another one of his dreams, was he? “Are you real?”
Her eyebrows pinched together. “What?”
He shook his head. “I’m awake, right?”
“Do you need to sit down? Since all the blood is in your cock, are you lightheaded? Do you feel dizzy? Should I call 911?”
He sighed. Of course, he was awake. Because in his dreams, she wouldn’t have such a smart mouth. Actually, she wouldn’t speak at all because her mouth would be full of his cock.
He grimaced.
“Are you having chest pains?”
“Cabrera,” he growled in warning.
“Since I’m standing here naked, I think you can call me Cami. In this room you’re not my boss or coworker.”
“What am I?”
“About to get laid.” That wicked smile was back. “Unless you’re having second thoughts? Because only one of us is naked. You’re not a voyeur, are you, expecting me to perform?”
That idea actually got his cock flexing in his now-snug jeans. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut when he thought better of answering. He wasn’t an actual voyeur but he wouldn’t mind watching her do things to herself… Lots of things…
He let his gaze drift. He took in her loose hair falling around her shoulders, the sparkle in her deep brown eyes, the way her lips parted slightly, the delicate column of her neck, the hollow at the base, the indentations above each collar bone, the definition of her arms, the way her bronze-colored nipples puckered tightly, and the hard tips tempted him to suck them deep into his mouth.
He kept going even though he could stare at her breasts all day. Her ribcage was narrow and her stomach flat for the most part. His eyes followed the inward tuck of her waist and the outward flare of her hips.
Along his path, he discovered she was an outie.
Below her navel was a small black patch of hair decorating the top of her mound. Trimmed neatly but not shaved. His gaze hovered there for a moment before he forced it to continue. Down her thighs, both firm but inviting at the same time, over her knees, her slender calves and he finished at her toes, painted in a dark maroon color.
“I told you to call me Cami, do you want me to call you Colin while we’re naked?”
He lifted his head to see a flush running up her chest and her throat, as well as it was blooming in her cheeks.