Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 146034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
Still, I clung to him as he sat up on the side of the bed with me straddling him. My front was pressed to the stony planes of his torso, our lips a breath apart, my heart ravaging against his.
My mouth dropped open when I realized he had one arm wound around my lower back and the other hand had taken possession of my vibrator.
He slowly drove it in. Even slower, he dragged it out. A whimper bled free, and I rose up and sank back down to meet him when he did it again.
“You stole my breath the second I saw you, Savannah Ward. The moment I shined my flashlight into your car and found those eyes staring back. It gutted me, looking at you. And now, seeing you like this? I’m afraid I’m completely wrecked.”
Wrecked.
How was it possible he was thinking the exact same thing as I had been?
I gripped his massive shoulders as I began to ride my vibrator like I was riding him.
“Good, it’s only fair because I’m pretty sure I’m completely ruined.” The tweak of a smile pulled at the edge of my mouth. I nearly came undone when Ezra leaned in and licked it.
A half a beat later, his mouth was fully on mine. This time, his kiss was close to punishing as he continued to thrust my toy. I matched time, chasing the pleasure that sparked in every nerve-ending. Tingles rushed as the need consumed me in a way I’d never been before.
It should be terrifying, but again, I felt like I was floating.
Weightless in his arms.
His mouth explored, leaving mine to kiss a path along my jaw and down my neck, and my head fell back as he lapped a path over my shoulder. He dragged my tank down as he went.
Cool air wisped over my exposed breast before the heat of his mouth covered it, and his tongue stroked over the sensitive peak. A cry rolled my throat, and I began to move faster as desperation took me over.
The need so bright I couldn’t see anything else.
Blinding.
Obliterating.
“I want you, Ezra. All of you.” I grappled to get to his fly the way I’d done a week ago.
He pressed his lips up under my jaw, and something close to anguish coated his voice. “I’m not sure I could handle you on my dick, Savannah. Not sure I would ever stop wanting you. Not after that.”
In an instant, he had me shifted again, the man picking me up and maneuvering me around like I weighed absolutely nothing.
Putty in his hands.
And that’s what I was. Nothing but putty as he laid back on the bed and moved me all the way up so I was straddling his head. He tossed the vibrator aside and drove two fingers into my body.
I rocked and rolled, and a moan curled out of me as I looked down at him, my thighs shaking as he kept driving his big fingers inside me. He wound his free arm around one of my legs, holding me as he growled, “Come here, Little Trespasser, and sit on my face. Let me taste that pretty pussy.”
He pulled me down and sucked my engorged clit into his mouth.
Color flashed behind my eyes.
Fireworks.
An explosion.
I came in an instant.
In the first glorious touch.
I was already so worked up that all it took was the pull of his mouth for me to go off. Flames of ecstasy incinerating and leaving me torched.
I gasped and writhed against his face as he languidly licked me, lighting me up in a slew of tiny aftershocks as he led me through the orgasm.
“You think that’s going to help in making me stop wanting you?” I couldn’t stop it from tumbling out on a ragged breath.
Half tease, half truth.
It made it a million times worse as I edged back and saw the smirk ticking up at one side of his mouth that shined with my arousal. The satisfaction on his face while lust still burned in his eyes. “If I can’t keep you, then I at least need to give you something to remember me by.”
I was a damned fool because it was that grin that finally cracked through the barrier. What made a bitter part inside me crumble.
I slid down his body, all the way until I was easing off the side of the bed and onto my knees on the floor. I pulled him up to sitting as I went.
Ezra watched me intently, like I was a mystery.
A missing link.
A truth.
I leaned down and undid the laces of his boots, glancing up at him every few seconds, the stupid girl who was letting foolish dreams slide in.
He kicked them off, his attention on me as he did, and this time when I moved to the button of his jeans, he didn’t stop me.