Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
He didn’t understand it, this unexpected pull toward her. But now was not the time to question it. Now was the time to appreciate her and to accept what she was willing to give him.
Especially after she planted her hands on his chest, sat back up and began to rock back and forth. Her pussy ground against him, her hips circling and driving his cock even deeper inside her.
He couldn’t pull his eyes from the mirror. She reminded him of a ballet dancer, her motion flowing and graceful. “Look at us. That’s hot as fuck.”
She tipped her head back to see what he did, to watch herself rising and falling on his cock at a steady, lazy pace. Sliding up to the rim, dropping back down to the root. “If that mirror could talk…” Nova murmured. “Let’s just hope it’s not a two-way mirror with a hidden camera.”
“Jesus fuck, if it is…”
Nova’s movement stuttered when she couldn’t contain her laughter. “You’ve been a busy boy.” She pinched his nipple in a teasing manner.
He grinned, not caring about the secret he was about to spill. “Surprised I don’t have blisters. But then, living with you for the past week has driven me a little insane.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know why.”
“Look at you,” he said, jerking his chin up toward the mirror. “Just look, Nova. Like I said, I’m one lucky fucker right now.”
“I’m just a woman.”
He huffed out, “Hardly. You are not just a woman. You are so much more.”
She paused and dropped her head to stare down into his face, a crease marring her brow. “Fletch…”
“It’s the truth.”
“You’ve only known me for—”
He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and lifted his hips. “Long enough.”
“No, not long enough to know that.”
“Bullshit. Sometimes you just know. I trust my gut. Don’t you?”
I trust my gut. Don’t you?
Of course she did. Women’s intuition. A gut feeling. A natural instinct. Whatever someone called it, she followed it. She’d be stupid not to.
Even so, while she initially thought he was an asshole during that first task force meeting, once she moved in with him, she immediately felt comfortable in his presence.
She didn’t trust just anybody, but with him, she had dropped her barriers faster than normal. It could take months, even years, for her to let her guard down around a person she didn’t know. Not until they proved themselves to be trustworthy.
Respect. Honor. Loyalty. Honesty.
In her book, all of that was important. It also was hard to find.
Yes, it had only been a week, but she trusted her gut and believed Fletch would have her back no matter what. If she needed him, he’d be there.
That meant a lot to her. It was also one reason she decided not to pull herself from this assignment after the bathroom sex last Sunday.
But enough of that. They were having sex right now. They shouldn’t be analyzing anything deeper than what was currently happening.
They were naked. He was hard and she was wet. That was all that should matter right now. Nothing else.
The rest could wait.
“My turn.”
His eyes flicked from the mirror to her face. “Your turn for what?”
Her answer came in the form of rolling off of him, hooking his waist with her leg and then dragging him along with her, until he ended up on top.
No surprise he didn’t fight it. “You want to watch me fuck you.”
“You wanted to watch me fuck you,” she tossed back at him.
“Who wouldn’t? All those motherfuckers at the bar would’ve paid a hefty price to be where I am right now. To see what I’m seeing. To feel your pussy squeezing their cock. Feel the scrape of your nails, the bite of your teeth, the press of your mouth.”
She didn’t want to think about those guys at the bar. She wanted to forget about them and concentrate on the man propped on his arms above her. He had his knees anchored into the mattress between her legs and his hands bracing himself on either side of her head.
But he wasn’t fucking her. He was studying her instead.
“Less words, more action,” she reminded him again and slapped his ass.
He jerked from the sting, then chuckled. “Such a demanding woman,” he murmured with a grin, shifting enough to align his cock. “I like it.”
Fortunately, he didn’t need any more urging. He began rolling his hips, smoothly sliding in and out of her, whisking away any thoughts of the bar or those bikers.
Of anything or anyone but Fletch.
She focused on him. Both before her and in the mirror.
Now she understood the appeal of it. That ability to observe the two of them. Watching the flex of his muscular ass and the pump of his hips stoked the fire at her core.
She scraped her nails up his back. Too short to do any kind of damage, they still left faint red lines in their wake. His compass tattoo came alive as his back flexed and bowed as he curled over her. She dug her nails deeper into his ass, leaving scratches behind that wouldn’t disappear as quickly, unlike the ones up his back.