Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
When his tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips, I open, allowing him entrance. Everything that happened earlier this evening tumbles through my head. As much fun as I’m having at Blue Vibe, part of me wishes my friends hadn’t dropped by and invited us out.
Thoughts of how he touched and kissed me earlier have heat exploding in my core before throbbing a harsh beat in perfect rhythm to the music. His hands glide along my ribcage before settling beneath the swells of my breasts. When I whimper, an answering groan works its way up from deep within his chest.
Arousal dampens my panties as his mouth roves over mine until our tongues can tangle. Hayes nips at my lower lip, tugging it between sharp teeth before releasing it.
My eyelids crack open just enough to meet his heated gaze. The need I find swirling there sets my pulse racing. I can only imagine the same intensity is echoed within my own.
This man makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before, and the rush of sensation through my veins has already become addictive.
“Fuck, baby.”
I whimper when he takes a step in retreat and cool air slides across my bare flesh.
Before I can say anything, he slips my hand into his larger one and then we’re on the move, cutting a path through the thick crowd. Hayes is so tall and broad—a force to be reckoned with—that people scurry out of his way rather than get run over.
Even if you didn’t know he was a hockey player bound for the NHL, his size and demeanor would be intimidating.
We take the stairs to the second floor, where the VIP lounge and a glass bar are located along with a circular balcony that overlooks the dance floor. The lighting up here is muted, making the vibe sexier. It’s difficult to see what’s taking place in the shadows.
I gravitate to the railing and stare down at the mass of writhing bodies below that’s illuminated by the flashing strobe lights.
Hayes slides directly behind me, his bigger body overshadowing my own.
“Wrap your fingers around the railing.” His heated breath against my sweat-slicked skin causes a shiver to dance down my spine as I follow the directive.
“Good girl.”
My panties dampen at the praise as my teeth sink into my lower lip. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and already my body is vibrating with excitement.
His hands settle on my shoulders before massaging the muscles until they’re malleable. Only then do his fingers drift along my bare arms, goose bumps erupting in their wake.
His fingertips sweep across my wrists before his larger hands wrap around mine. When he presses closer, I feel the insistent length of his erection nudging my backside.
A groan escapes me as I tilt my hips, greedy for the slightest contact.
“Do you feel how hard you make me?”
It would be impossible not to. His cock is so long and thick.
“Yes.” There’s little point in lying. Not when I’ve revealed all my secrets to him. The ones I keep buried deep down inside.
He retraces his path along my arms before grazing my sides with a featherlight touch. His knuckles drag against the curve of my breasts and then ribcage, igniting a firestorm of need within me. After his hands settle on my hips, he pulls me close enough to feel the grind of his thick length. There’s no escaping it. And I wouldn’t want to. My eyes roll back in my head with each languid movement.
One hand glides down my hip before settling on the V between my thighs. Only then does he stroke my center through the thin layers of clothing that separate us. I can’t help but flex, pressing into his hand.
“Do you like having your pussy played with?”
“Yes. It feels so good.”
“Oh, Tink. This is just the beginning. I’m going to give this little pussy all the love she deserves.”
I believe him. Beneath his touch, my body comes alive, and a moan works its way past my lips.
That’s all the encouragement he needs to continue the delicious torment. His fingers spread wide as he squeezes before flexing and repeating the caress.
His other hand drifts upward until his palm can cover one breast, and his lips devour my neck, licking and sucking. Nipping at the flesh. All the sensations he’s roused whip around inside me, creating an inferno of need.
What I experienced at Nathan’s hands was nothing like this, and I can’t help but glory in every single difference. My former coach tried to tell me no one would ever turn me on the way he did, and for a long time, I was terrified he was right, but Hayes is proving him wrong.
And I’m so grateful for that.
He kneads me with both hands until my knees weaken, and I’m in danger of sliding to the floor. It doesn’t take long before my body is tightly strung and dancing on the precipice.