Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
My gaze drifted to his cock, which appeared to be softening. Oh my God, I was killing his penis!
“Rayne. Eyes on me.”
My gaze snapped to his. “Fine, I’m not relaxed, but you’re not even turned on.”
He caught my jaw. “Is that what you think?”
My breath quickened. When he used that commanding tone, my insides melted like butter. “I don’t know.”
His large hand slid down the column of my throat with a sense of total ownership. His stare remained locked with mine as his fingers trailed down my chest and fondled my nipple. “Tell me again that you think I’m not turned on.”
My gaze darted to his swollen cock. Well, that sure recovered quickly. “My mistake.”
“Yes, your mistake. When it comes to being turned on by you, it only takes one thought and I’m there, baby.” His hand slid lower, and he wrenched my knees apart, dragging his hand right to my bajingo. “Understand?”
“Yes.” He sank a finger inside of my heat and I sighed.
Hale’s touch always unraveled me. When his thumb grazed my clit, my hips tipped forward, begging for more.
“That’s a good girl.” He pumped his fingers in and out, drawing me back into the moment and closer to that pesky orgasm I’d been chasing. “Now, isn’t this better? When I’m in control, you’re always satisfied.”
“True,” I breathed, my body coiling tighter and tighter as the pressure built. What he was doing felt really good, but… “Hale…” I panted, getting closer. “I’m supposed to come with you inside of me.”
He wedged two fingers deep and teased that secret spot that made me lose control. “Feels like I’m inside of you now.”
“Yeah, but…” Damn, his fingers were getting it done. “But…We gotta grab the bull by the horns—”
His touch disappeared, and his lips pressed to my mouth, silencing me with a bruising kiss. “Listen to me, you beautiful hurricane.” His fingers cupped my jaw and I could scent my arousal on his touch. “There will be no grabbing of horns. There will be no talk of ovulation. There will be no references to implantation, sperm, or uterine lining while we are in this bed. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “But if we want—umph.”
He covered my mouth. “I’m not finished. There will still be blowjobs. I will eat your pretty pussy whenever I’m hungry for it. And you will not micro-manage which way I get to make you come. Is that clear?”
This was probably why we still weren’t pregnant. “I guess.”
“You’re not going to use my dick like a lab tool, Rayne. Sex is meant to be fun, not stressful.”
I dropped my chin to my chest and pouted. “Fine.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me again, this time much softer. “Now,” he whispered, his nose nuzzling that sensitive spot below my ear. “Let’s try this again.”
As he traced kisses down my body, I tried to relax, but my thoughts spun on the same broken record. We only had a few more hours left before that fertile window closed. Temperatures were right. My eggs were in place. I couldn’t bear the thought of one more negative test, one more period, and one more conversation where we each go to bed with our hearts full of disappointment.
“You’re not relaxing, Rayne.” He settled between my legs and pressed a kiss on my clit. “Let me help you.”
I sighed as if his solution were some sort of burden, which it absolutely was not. But I had no patience when I wanted something, and what I wanted was his dick pumping inside of me until a million little Hales came rushing toward my eggs, and one of those little suckers fertilized me. I just needed one.
“Rayne.”
“Ah! Did you just pinch my clit?”
“Were you relaxing?”
I pursed my lips, refusing to answer. He knew I wasn’t. Telling me to relax was like telling a zebra not to be striped.
Looking up at the ceiling, I tried to clear my mind so I could focus on the pleasure, but I only pictured calendars and pages from my appointment book where I’d marked dates and appointments. I had to see the gyno again next week. By now I was sure there was something wrong.
“Mother-humper!” I gasped when pain shot through the fleshy part of my inner thigh. “Did you just bite me?”
“Yes. Am I boring you?”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “No.”
“Sure seemed like it.”
“Well, you weren’t.”
His eyes narrowed and he got back to work. I did some period math in my head to calculate how long I’d have to wait until the next fertile day of my cycle.
“That’s it.” He snapped, flipping me to my stomach.
“What? No! Wait!”
“Too late.” He landed a hard smack on my ass.
“Hale!”
“I tried being patient with you, Rayne.” The drawer opened, and he tossed something on the bed.
Lube? “Hold on!”
“The time for excuses is over. Don’t move off this bed.” Cool air teased my spine as he disappeared into the closet and returned a moment later with a long silk tie dangling from his fist. “Give me your wrists.”