Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Don’t want you to stop.”
“Look at me.”
I open my eyes, and there he is, those intense eyes gazing down at me fiercely.
“Just tell me to stop, okay?”
“I will.” But I know deep in the marrow of my bones that I won’t want him to stop. No way.
But with that promise, Giles kisses his way down my body and then freezes.
“You got naked.” His eyes find mine again, his expression full of surprise now.
“You told me to undress as far as I felt comfortable.”
“Well, yeah. But I thought…never mind. It doesn’t matter. It was just a pleasant surprise, that’s all.” His hand glides over the outside of my hip and down to my thigh. I sigh in pleasure. “Your body is amazing, Breen.”
“I’m already naked, Giles. You don’t have to—”
I break off when he bites my inner thigh.
“I’m not placating you to get inside you. No games here, remember?” He licks over the tender flesh where his teeth were, and I sigh. “You cover all these spectacular curves with dresses and cloaks.”
“I’m a witch,” I remind him.
“Not all witches wear all those clothes.”
“This one does.” I gasp when his lips skim across that tenderest spots where my leg meets my most private place. “Oh, my gods.”
My fingers dive into his thick, dark hair, and when his tongue begins to work a kind of magic I never even knew existed, I can’t help but cry out.
My body is no longer mine as it bows and tightens, my breath coming fast and my spine starting to tingle.
“This is insane.”
But he doesn’t stop. Before long, I feel myself come apart, just freaking come apart in a way I didn’t know existed.
“Wow.”
I can’t breathe quite yet, so that’s all I can say.
But I feel Giles kissing his way up my body, and if I’m not mistaken, I feel wind.
“Is the window open?” I ask him.
“No, baby, that’s you. You conjured up one hell of a windstorm in here.”
My eyes fly open, and I gaze around. The lampshade is tilted, and papers are scattered. It does look like a storm blew through.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Never be sorry for that.” He covers my mouth with his once more, and I can taste myself on him. At first, it feels scandalous, but it makes me feel so sexy and desired I fear I’ll crave it all the time now.
He pins one of my hands with his over my head and nudges my legs apart so he can rest between them.
“When did you take your pants off?” I hear myself say.
“I worked them down while you were losing yourself in the most spectacular of ways.” He smiles down at me, brushes a piece of my hair off my cheek, and kisses me lightly. “How are you, beautiful?”
“I’m not sure if I’ve ever been better, actually.”
That smile grows, and he tips his forehead against mine. “That’s good to hear. You know, once we do this next part, there’s no going back, so I want to make sure you’re sure.”
“So sure. Never been more sure about anything in my life.”
“Thank the goddess.” He slips inside me, slowly. So painfully slow that I think I might die from it. “Holy shit, you’re tight.”
“I think you’re just well-endowed, Giles.”
He doesn’t laugh as I intended. Instead, he squeezes his eyes shut and mutters, “Spaghetti.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Baseball. Snow drifts.”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to think of things that will help me not come as fast as my dick wants to.”
I laugh, and he groans.
“Laughing only makes it worse because you tighten around me when you do that.”
“Really?” I try it again and feel my muscles squeeze around him. Then I do it without the laughter, and Giles hisses out a breath. “Oh, this is fun.”
I shift my hips, tightening as the movement makes him slide out of me just a bit. He slides back in when I move the other way, and the sensation is simply delicious.
“This is really nice,” I inform him.
“Killing me,” he mutters, but then he starts moving with me, and I feel the wind kicking up around us again as the tension builds between us.
I can’t get enough. He moves faster, pumps harder, and I meet him with every thrust until we both reach the peak together, clinging to each other and riding out the ecstasy of it all.
Breathing hard, Giles collapses on top of me, buries his face in my neck, and says, “Whoa.”
A door slams down the hall, but neither of us moves.
“My house, Molly,” Giles calls out. “You don’t like it? You can move out.”
The door slams once more, and we laugh together as we disentangle ourselves from each other. Giles leans on his elbow and looks down at me.
“You okay?”
“I’m great. Who knew it was that fun?”
He smiles softly and leans down to kiss me gently. “We’re going to find lots of fun things to do together.”