Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
No awkward swaying or shuffling from him. His sultry movements kept a healthy distance between us, but there was a clear invitation there, a seductive give and take as we moved closer. Slowly, we morphed from dancing near and around each other to dancing together, bodies brushing, hands tangling, the scent of his shampoo overpowering the dust we’d stirred up while clearing the room. He filled my every sense—clean scent, warm skin, the rasp of his khaki shorts against mine, the soft cotton of his gray T-shirt, his strong grip when his hands finally found my hips.
“Damn. The way you move.” He made a noise like he wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or annoyed at how well we fit together.
“You’re not so bad yourself, old man.” Tone teasing, I met his gaze, letting him know I saw him as anything but old right then.
“Old, huh?” He pulled me snugger against him, and I adjusted to the closer grind with a happy sound. He made me feel closer to flying than dancing, high on him and the song. I’d always loved dancing, but he took it to the next level. Forget one song, I wanted to keep dancing until the stars came out, wanted all future work breaks to involve moving with this man exactly like this.
Accordingly, when the first song shifted to the next, I held him tighter, distracting him with more deliberate bumps of my hips until we were both hard and panting from the exquisite friction. We rocked together in time to the music, which moved through us, carrying us higher until he pressed me against the nearest wall, tripping over the scattered supplies on the floor. But I couldn’t care less about our remodeling work. All I wanted was to get closer. And closer. And closer still.
“Oh my god, this is madness.” His breath came in little huffs against my neck before he licked me there. He used his tongue to trace the cord that ran past my Adam’s apple, stopping to tease the line where my scruff started.
“Yup.” I tilted my head to give him better access. “Let’s go crazy together.”
“You make me forget every damn thing.” He groaned but kept grinding against me, hard cock pushing insistently at mine through our shorts.
“Good.” I gasped as he kissed right below my ear. “Nothing else matters. Only this. Right here. Right now.”
“Yes.” Monroe shuddered against me. “This. Just this. Need it.”
“Me too.” I stroked his strong back, mashing our torsos together, close enough to put delicious pressure on my nipple ring. “Need you. Been a long damn time.”
“You? Rebound?” He scoffed and lightly bit my earlobe, the sting gentling his words.
“What? I can’t have dry spells too? Maybe I’m getting pickier in my old age. Wiser too.”
“Mm-hmm.” He did magical things with his tongue along the shell of my ear, sending sparks darting down my neck.
“Maybe we both need this.” I palmed his ass, making us both moan.
“Yes. God. Yes.” Eyes fluttering shut, he inhaled. And as he exhaled, he sagged against me, finally fully giving in. The tension left his back and ass as his mouth went slack. His grip on me loosened, more trusting. Not like I was going anywhere, not with his mouth headed right for mine.
And apparently, every damn kiss with this man was destined to be pizza-oven hot. No little warm-up or teasing brushes of his lips. Need. Pure, combustible lust and need sparking, making us kiss like ravenous beasts. Like we’d never had it and never would again, so we needed to gorge on each other.
I feasted on his mouth, loving the effortlessness of kissing him. Like with dancing, we fit together, taking turns leading and following until the kiss had a life of its own, dragging us both along for the ride. Monroe sucked on my tongue like he was starving for my cock, but hell if I could stop kissing him long enough for anything else. This endless kissing was both too much and not enough and everything in between.
We were on a collision course with a climax, and every time he thrust against me, my cock pulsed so hard it hurt.
“Need.” I wedged a hand between us, desperate to touch him.
“Yeah. That.” We shoved our shorts down, but before I could jack him, he pushed me back against the wall, thrusting hard against my belly. Our cocks rubbed together, warm skin meeting for the first time, making us gasp and moan.
“Fuck.” I met him thrust for thrust, grinding myself against him in time with the music. We had our own pulsing beat, one I’d be hearing in my memories forever. He swallowed my every moan, kissing me with an intensity that seared those same memories into my brain. Bruise me. Mark me. I wanted it all, every needy suck and bite, every greedy thrust. I loved how fucking ravenous he was for it, and it only served to make me that much hungrier.