Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
“Good?”
“I don’t see anything.” Warm breath skated over my cheek as his mouth closed over my earlobe. My stress levels were already rapidly dropping as lashes lowered and my knees softened.
“How do you do that?”
He chuckled softly and dragged his fingers down my throat and kissed my temple before shutting off his phone. “Do what?”
“Barely touch me and make me melt.”
Another chuckle. “Are you melting?” His fingers trailed up my thigh and hooked under my panties. “It seems so.”
I toed off my flip-flops. “It’s go time. We have to hurry. Elara and Andrew will be back soon.”
“On it.” He caught my arm and yanked me back, pegging my body to the wall as he delivered a brain-spinning kiss. His hands were instantly on me, sliding up my dress and pulling off my cardigan. My fingers raked through his sun-bleached hair.
Like a drug, the moment I had one taste of him I wanted more.
He broke the kiss and shoved my panties down my thighs, turning me to face the wall. “Fuck, Rayne.” The click of his belt buckle sent a thrill reverberating right to my core.
Nudging my feet wider, he yanked the thin straps of my bra and dress down, freeing my arms. His fingers delved inside of me, deliciously swirling as his lips teased that sensitive spot where my shoulder curved as he crowded his body around mine, possessively holding me. I gasped as his fingers sank deeper, driving me to that razor-sharp edge. Needing the pressure, desperately craving his demanding attention which sometimes seemed the only thing capable of making me feel grounded, I gave him total access to my body.
“That’s it, baby. So fucking wet for me.” Hale gave constant reassurance in the boudoir, which was how he initially got me to sleep with him. He also excelled at the dirty talk. “You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I panted, already near release.
Fingers working, he bit my shoulder, the scrape of his teeth tormenting me closer to climax. “Whose tight little pussy is this?”
“Yours. All yours.”
For Hale, nothing was sexier than my devotion and loyalty. As long as I assured him that he was the only man I wanted anywhere near my body he was set.
“I love these thick thighs.” Withdrawing his touch, he gave me no time to whine as he hitched my hips and flicked the skirt of my dress over my ass, then landed a possessive slap. I yipped and he squeezed my flesh hard enough to make me gasp.
Body folded forward, I leaned into the wall. Hale caressed every inch of bare skin he could reach, leaving me sensitized and ready to shatter. Aligning our bodies, he held me possessively. There was no time to worry that my boobs might be hanging like windchimes or that someone might walk in. All I cared about in that moment was getting him inside of me.
“Please,” I begged.
The warm nudge of smooth, hard flesh stretched me and I rose on my tippytoes, sighing in contentment as he seated himself deep. Then, I was fully his. He knew it. I knew it. That’s how it always was whenever our bodies connected this way.
“Jesus, Rayne.” He bent forward, pressing a kiss to the center of my spine. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”
I moaned because words were hard when skewered by a massive cock. I didn’t call him Big Dick Davenport for nothing.
He ground into me, letting the sensations build until I could take no more. “Hale.”
He chuckled, then drew back and pumped hard, giving me little time to do more than feel how sharply his possession claimed me. I was unmistakably his and I’d have it no other way.
His hands closed over mine, pressing them into the wall and I rose on my toes with each hard thrust. He understood my love language perfectly and slowly started to move.
Resting my brow on the back of my hand, he pinned my other hand to the wall, our fingers lacing as his hard, slick body pounded into mine. My cries echoed off the foyer walls. There was a little thrill at knowing Andrew or the gardener could walk in at any moment.
His hand suddenly lifted and tangled in my hair, angling my body back into his. Harder and harder he fucked me, controlled me, shoved into me, and took from me, until there was no denying that I was his. His possessiveness did it for me in a big way and once those shivers started and my body clenched around his hard length, we were done.
He grunted and shoved deep as my sex fisted him like a tight glove. His legs stiffened and his body pulsed, deep inside mine. Tremors shook me from head to toe, every muscle tightening until it gave out in pleasure.
And then I heard him. That soft gasp of vulnerability that validated he needed this as much as I did. That finishing breath that whispered into my soul at a frequency one could only hear in the quiet safety of true intimacy that went beyond any ordinary throes of passion. Finishing with a silent whisper as he always did, those three meaningful words pressed into my skin and all the chaos quieted the moment my body felt his confession more than my ears heard it. “I love you.”