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)
“I want you to tell me exactly what my touch does to you.”
I can’t help but squirm against his hold, craving more of the riotous sensations that scratch and claw dangerously beneath the surface. Almost as if he’s awoken something inside me, and it’s now fighting to break loose.
If I’m completely honest, I’ve always secretly felt that way.
Wanting more.
Needing it.
But unsure how to ask for it.
Or find someone I could trust enough to give it to me.
As much as I hate Nathan for what he did, he created a longing inside me that refuses to be suppressed or denied. A craving that is now a part of me. Only now am I trying to make peace with that knowledge.
Desire crashes through me as his fingers stroke my lower lips through the thin fabric of my panties and dress.
He pinches my nipple. “I’m waiting.”
“It turns me on and makes me feel achy,” I say on a gasp.
His mouth drifts across the outer shell of my ear as his voice dips, turning husky. “Where does it make you feel achy?”
Unable to help myself, I shift against him, looking for more contact. “My pussy and my breasts.”
When he tweaks me for a second time, I groan. It’s like a straight shot to my core, and my panties flood with more heat.
“I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Should I take your word for it or find out for myself?”
My breath catches at the back of my throat as excitement crashes over me.
After a beat of silence, he prods, “Well?”
“Find out for yourself.”
“Are you sure? Anyone could look over and see the way I’m playing with you.”
As tempting as it is to keep my eyes shut and sink into his touch, I force them open before glancing around and then at the mass of bodies below.
I hate how much the thrill of someone watching us turns me on.
“Yes.”
A growl vibrates deep within his chest as one hand slips beneath the material of my dress before gliding up my bare thigh to the place that’s desperate for the stroke of his hand.
Right when I think his fingers will slip beneath the fabric of my panties, they drift along the cotton, tracing the seam of my lips.
“You’re right. Completely soaked.”
I whimper as he shoves the fabric to the side, and one finger slides inside me. My body sags against his as he withdraws and circles the entrance before thrusting for a second time.
Each pump of his finger forces me closer to the precipice.
Closer to tumbling over the edge and into oblivion.
I want the orgasm so much; I can practically taste it.
I turn my face toward him. “Please.”
“Mmm, that is such a pretty word falling from those pouty lips. It’ll play on repeat in my dreams tonight.”
Just as my muscles tighten and it feels like I’ll shatter into a million broken pieces, his finger slips free of my body, and a garbled protest escapes my lips.
His dark chuckle tickles my ear. “Just like this morning at the rink, I’m not about to give you an orgasm for the first time in the middle of Blue Vibe. Although, I won’t promise not to do it next time.”
The thought of there being a next time has my belly spasming.
His mouth hovers near my ear as he brings the finger that had been buried deep inside me to my lips before sweeping it across the plump flesh, as if painting them with lipstick.
He taps his finger against my mouth. “Open up so you can taste how creamy I make you.”
It never occurs to me not to follow the directive. As soon as my lips part, the digit slides inside. The taste of my arousal explodes on my tongue along with the slight saltiness of his skin. It’s an addictive combination.
“Good, isn’t it?”
“Mmmm.”
“Now I need a taste.”
The velvety softness of his tongue licks at my mouth before his lips crash onto mine.
Just as I grow dizzy from lack of oxygen, he pulls away enough to ask, “How am I ever going to get enough of you?”
His mouth hovers over mine before nipping at it. It’s only when his fingers squeeze my breast do I realize that his palm is still covering me.
When I’m with Hayes, everything that normally bothers me falls away until it’s just the two of us.
Until anything seems possible.
As I sink back into his touch, unease prickles at the base of my skull, and I get the strangest feeling we’re being watched. As much as I want to ignore the creeping sensation, I can’t. My gaze travels around the space before narrowing. Movement from the shadows catches my attention, and my heart slams against my chest before pounding into overdrive as I sift through the darkness only to find nothing.
It leaves me to wonder if anyone was there in the first place or if it was a figment of my imagination all along.