Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“We’re going to get out of here, love,” Cary said, coming back in from the hallway where he’d gone to take a call. “I just want to make sure we do it right this time,” he said, coming up behind me, and running his hands down my arms.
It was a chaste touch.
But my body started to heat up regardless.
See, Cary was firmly stuck in the “she’s too fragile to touch” mindset. So there had been a lot of snuggling and light caresses, but nothing that went even remotely sexual.
But my body hadn’t felt fragile in a couple of days, so the lack of contact was making me hypersensitive to even the slightest of touches.
I leaned back into him, turning my head upward toward his chin, making him lean down and press a kiss to my forehead.
My hand shifted to slip on top of his, grabbing it, and sliding it up my thigh.
A deep, sexy rumble moved through him as he realized my intention just a second before I pressed his hand between my thighs.
“It’s been too long,” I told him, pressing his fingers inward to make contact with my clit.
“You’ve been too hurt,” he replied, his fingers taking over, rubbing at my clit through the material of my pants and panties.
“Not anymore,” I said, feeling his cock getting hard against my ass as I reached for his other hand, slipping it under my shirt, then sliding it up to cover my bare breast.
Need sparked through my system, flickers of a flame fanned by each swipe of his fingers.
On a growl, his hand slipped up to grab the waistbands of my pants and panties, drawing them down until they fell by themselves to the floor, leaving me bare from the waist down standing in front of the giant window overlooking the river.
There was barely a pause before my shirt was being dragged off as well, leaving me completely naked and him fully clothed.
Which wouldn’t do.
Before he could reach for me again—and it became impossible for me to think clearly—I turned around to face him, reaching up to slide his leather cut off his shoulders, then removing his shirt as well.
It never failed to amaze me just how toned he was, how I could literally sink a fingertip between his muscles, then watch them twitch at my touch.
I’d spent countless hours tracing my fingers over the tattoos covering his skin, learning the stories to the ones that had them, and just hearing the reasons why he’d gotten the others. Still, they fascinated me, begged for me to reach out and touch them.
So I did, tracing one of my favorites. Not because I was attached to the art itself, per se, but because of where it was situated. Over his ribs, but stretching so low down by his hip that it disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Which meant you had to undo them and draw them down to keep exploring.
Cary’s hands curled into fists at his sides as I yanked down his pants and boxer briefs, his body going ramrod straight as my fingers traced back up his thigh and over the tattoo.
Slow.
Borderline torturous.
Completely ignoring the fact that his cock was straining already, that he was as needy as I felt.
Then slowly, I lowered myself down in front of him as I bent my head back, watching his face as my hand closed around his thick length, stroking it to the hilt, then slowly opening my mouth in invitation, waiting for him to make the next move.
On a low, sexy rumble, his hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer, letting his cock slip into my mouth inch by inch. My lips tightened around him, sucking hard as he settled deep.
A muscle ticked in his jaw when I didn’t immediately take over, as he realized what I wanted him to do.
Sucking in a deep breath, his other hand sank into my hair as well, using it to move my mouth up and down on him, letting him set the pace, letting him find what felt best.
It wasn’t long until the slow exploration got harder and faster, until he went from exploring my mouth to fucking it.
“Up, get up,” he demanded, voice tight, hand yanking at my hair, helping me back onto my feet so he could turn me to face out the window.
There was a short pause for protection before he was slamming inside me, taking every last inch of me with one hard thrust.
There was no control then, not for either of us. We were too far gone. It had been too long.
Cary’s hands grabbed my hips, using them to slam me back into him as he thrust forward.
Fast.
Not giving my body a second for the desire to ebb, forcing me up and through the first orgasm so quickly that it caught me off-guard, damn near stealing all the strength in my legs with its intensity.