Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
But he doesn’t.
He leisurely tugs my shirt over my head and then settles in to gently touch and kiss what feels like every square inch of my torso before pulling the clasp of my bra free and exposing my breasts.
Zeke sighs before dipping his head and taking an already hard nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, damn,” I mutter, arching my back. My body is on fire. I’ve never felt this kind of need running through me for a man before. Like if he stops touching me, I’ll combust from the heat of it. “Please, Zeke.”
“What, baby?” He nibbles down to my navel. “What do you need?”
“Faster.” My legs scissor, my core needing release. “Move faster.”
That’s all he needs to hear because he’s suddenly sliding my jeans down my legs, followed by my underwear. As I lie before him, naked as the day I was born, he sits up to hastily strip out of his own clothes and toss them aside.
“Wait.” I lay my hand on his arm, slowing him down for just a moment. “I don’t want to stop, but I want to…look at you.”
His eyes narrow on mine, and then I lazily let my gaze wander over his tanned skin, down his flat stomach—perfectly chiseled—and lower still to where his hard erection waits for me.
“You’re a stunning man, Zeke.”
“You’re fucking killing me here, baby.”
“Well, I don’t know what in the world you’re waiting for.”
He laughs and leans down to bite my shoulder, then reaches to the bedside table and retrieves a condom.
After rolling on the protection, he doesn’t immediately push inside me.
Instead, he nudges his way between my legs and reaches down to massage and drive me out of my mind with his magical fingers.
“So damn wet,” he growls.
“You’re doing things to me. Of course, I’m wet,” I reply and then bite my lip when, with two fingers inside me, he plants his thumb on my clit and sends me into the stratosphere.
“Damn.” He kisses my lips softly. “So damn responsive.”
“Zeke?”
“Yeah?”
“If you don’t fuck me in three seconds—”
Before I can finish the thought, he pushes inside me, stretching me to accommodate him, and my hands immediately grip the sheets tightly.
“Me,” he says. “Grab onto me, Cherry. Not the bed.”
So, I do. My hands clasp onto his back, run down to his ass, and I’m not at all worried that I’m likely leaving marks with my nails. I just need to hold on as he takes me on the most amazing ride.
His body moves so gracefully as he pushes and pulls in a steady rhythm that has us both breathing hard and moaning.
Finally, I can’t hold back the second orgasm already rolling through me, and as I contract around him, Zeke follows me over the edge, succumbing to his release.
He collapses on top of me, panting and sweating, until I finally push on his shoulder.
“Can’t breathe.”
“Sorry.” He manages to roll to the side, still fighting to catch his breath.
“It didn’t suck.”
“Huh?” He looks my way.
“You were right, it didn’t suck.”
He chuckles and turns onto his side so he’s facing me. “Told you. It couldn’t be bad. I’m too fucking into you.”
“Are you a masochist?” I sit up and reach for a throw blanket to cover myself with. “Because I haven’t been the nicest to you.”
“I probably am. Haven’t been before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.”
He sits and faces me, seemingly not at all interested in covering himself.
“But I’ll tell you this,” he continues, “I’m not a submissive.”
“Thank God.” I giggle at that. “I can’t picture you letting anyone dominate you.”
“I don’t know, I’ve put up with a lot from you over the past year.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You had it coming.”
“Sometimes,” he concedes and reaches out to push his fingers through my hair. “Sometimes, I did something to get a rise out of you because it was the only way you’d give me the time of day.”
“You could have tried being nice. We might have ended up here sooner.”
He pulls me in for a kiss and then winks. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Chapter Four
Zeke
“What is that?”
Cherry opens one bleary eye and stares at the mug in my hand. I managed to talk her into staying the night with me, and I have to admit, I liked it.
“Coffee.”
She frowns and stretches between the sheets, then sighs.
“I don’t drink coffee.”
I scowl down at her. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you.”
Her bee-stung lips tip up in a sleepy smile. “I can’t stand coffee.”
“Like, at all?”
“Nope.”
“Are you an alien?”
“Yep.”
I stare down into the mug, then shrug and take a sip. “More for me, then. How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead. I don’t think I moved all night. I should exercise before bed more often.”
“If I have my say, you will be.” I take another sip and reach out to rub her thigh. “What do you have on the docket today?”