Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
I don’t understand what this guy is doing to me. Every time he touches my body, it feels like I’m dangerously close to coming undone. He shreds all my carefully controlled composure. It’s strangely addictive. Like walking a tightrope without a net. Any moment, I’ll fall, plummeting to my death. And there’s nothing I can do to save myself.
Another round of arousal detonates in my core before throbbing an insistent beat until it feels like I’ll burst right out of my skin. When I can’t take another second, he releases my breast with a soft pop. There isn’t a chance for me to suck in a ragged breath before his lips crash onto mine. When his tongue delves inside my mouth for a second time, I open, allowing him entrance. What he’s doing feels more like an assult on my senses. And I love it.
By the greedy way he attacks me, it’s almost like he’s just as turned on as I am.
But how can that be?
My guess is that this is an everyday occurrence for Asher.
Me, on the other hand?
Not so much. The feelings he’s managed to rouse are both new and exciting. I want to drown in the sensation he’s stoking to life. Before I can fully sink into the kiss, he pulls away and lowers his face to my chest so he can lap at the chocolate still covering my other nipple. Once it’s been licked clean, he draws the bud into his mouth. His hand rises until his fingers can tweak and pull at the other one. Bliss reverberates through every fiber of my being, igniting a firestorm in its path. My fingernails rake against his scalp as he plays with both stiff peaks.
“Asher…”
Barely do I recognize the low scrape of my own voice as desire pummels my senses, making me needy for more.
He bites down on the tight bud just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure-infused pain spiraling through my system. When I gasp, he tweaks the other nipple before licking and kissing his way down my ribcage and belly, arriving at the elastic band of my panties. He continues to nip at my flesh with sharp teeth as he glances up at me, capturing my gaze with his heated one.
“Should I stop?”
Stop?
I’ll probably self-combust right here in this bed if he pulls away now. I shake my head, desperate for more. Desperate for everything he’s willing to give.
“Are you sure, or is that the chocolate croissant talking?”
A pained chuckle slips from my lips. “Probably both.”
“Then we shouldn’t go any further. The last thing I want is for you to have regrets.”
“If you stop, I just might kill you.” At least that’s the way it feels. I can’t imagine this ending. Not now. Not when I’m wound so tight. Not when the slightest touch will send me rocketing into the stratosphere.
“Hmm. That sounds suspiciously like a threat,” he says with a low chuckle.
How can he tease me at a time like this?
Instead of waiting for an answer, he drags down the band of my underwear until he can bare the top of my slit. His face lowers until his teeth can sink into the plump flesh.
“Tell me what you want.”
I hiss out a shuddering breath at both the sharp bite and the way his warm breath feathers over me. “Take off the panties.”
“Then what?”
My tongue darts out to moisten parched lips.
Is he really going to make me say it?
When I remain silent, his voice drops, becoming more of a growl. The sound of it is like the strike of a match, sending a rush of need careening through me.
Heat floods my cheeks as I force out the words. “I want you to lick and kiss me.”
“Where, baby girl? Where do you need my tongue?” His blue eyes glow like twin flames, burning with the same intensity that has taken up residence inside me.
Unable to hold his gaze, mine darts away in embarrassment as I gulp. “My pussy.”
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
My attention snaps back to him. Gone is the chill guy who’s always joking around and doesn’t seem to care about anything except football. In his place is a man who is able to command my presence and bend me to his will.
As much as I don’t understand it, I like it.
Need it.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy until you come?”
The question makes my inner thighs clench. “Yes.”
I’ve never begged for anything in my life. But I can’t stop the word from tumbling free. “Please.”
Deep satisfaction fills his eyes. “If that’s what you want, then that’s exactly what I’ll give you.”
Relief rushes through me, pummeling everything in its path. I’m so turned on that all he has to do is breathe on me and I’ll likely shatter into a million jagged pieces.
His thumbs slip beneath the elastic before tugging the material down my hips and thighs. Instead of rushing, he takes his sweet damn time until it feels like I’ll self-combust with the arousal crashing through my body.