Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“What would you have done in my position? Let the chance of a lifetime pass you by because of one night with a man? A man, I should add, that you’ll never see again as soon as this cruise ends? I don’t feel bad for you.”
A last vestige of anger bursts forth, and I spit venom. “I should kick you off this boat.”
She meets my challenge head on, her chin lifting with the challenge. Her words are slow and precise. “So kick me off this boat.”
I don’t know who moved first. We’d have to review the tape to see whether I took a step forward or whether it was Casey who came toward me, but those were the last words uttered before I have Casey in my arms, my mouth claiming hers. There’s no sharp slap. No. She lets me kiss her, and god, I enjoy it. Possession spreads through my veins, heating me from the inside. My hands go to her waist. She clutches the front of my shirt. I ache for her, and the feeling must be mutual. She leans into me as if needing more, to feel what I’m feeling, to take whatever I’m willing to give her.
Her lips part, and our tongues touch. Tangle. I shift even closer. Wanting to be as close to her as possible.
Her hands smooth down the front of my shirt, and then she impatiently untucks it from my pants.
I feed off her impatience as I grab the hem of her dress. “Take this off.”
I step back and help her remove it and then toss it over to the couch. She’s wearing a cream-colored bra, lavender panties. I don’t know where to look. Everywhere. I want everything I see. I go to her and kiss her mouth, then her neck, her collarbone, her chest. I rain kisses all over her body as her fingers toy with my hair.
I kiss her sunshine tattoo, and then I stand back up, my hand finding its way between her thighs as I do it.
Her eyes are hooded and glazed when I meet them again.
I draw one of her nipples into my mouth, and she clutches the back of my head so tight it almost hurts. I move to her other breast and make her pant. She squeezes her eyes closed as if wanting to focus on just my mouth on her skin.
God, she’s beautiful like this, with her skin on fire, her lips slightly swollen and red, her legs trembling.
I’m inexplicably drawn to her, so much so that I can’t make it to the bedroom. Yet again, I use that couch, only this time, I lay her down on it and come up and over her. Her hair fans out around her face; her eyes are wide and innocent, looking up at me as I undress the rest of the way.
We don’t say a word, scared to break this spell. Despite the day, despite her email, I want her with a fierceness that scares me.
A niggling voice in the back of my head wonders if I really had that much of an issue with the article or if it was all just an excuse to get her here, to demand she come and see me again. I know my anger was real, but its origin is murky. Loss of control has never sat well with me, but what exactly am I losing control over?
She smiles up at me, tiptoeing her fingers up my thigh. Apparently, I’m taking too long with the condom. She’s impatient. I rip the foil open just as she reaches out to cup my hard length in her hand. She lifts up so she can take me in her mouth. I watch her lips glide over me, and I feel my heart beat like it’s a separate creature inside me, fighting to get out. Oh fuck. I cup the back of her head. My fingers tangle in her hair. I want her so badly. I want her to lick and taste me, and she does, eagerly.
I don’t have the willpower to stop her from sliding lower on the couch, angling herself so it’s easier for her to keep me in her mouth. I rise up and tip my length past her lips, and she moans around me. I start to gently thrust my hips, and she matches my rhythm, taking me deeper. Shivers race over my skin, and she continues, making it so damn good I know I won’t last. This is too perfect, too everything.
I can’t let myself have it. I abruptly break away from her and reach for the condom again. Once I have it in place, I settle over her, trying to hold my weight off her as I part her thighs, but she pulls me down, wanting to feel me pinning her. Her nails bite into my skin as she clutches my back, and I sink into her with a guttural groan.