Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Connor groaned then his voice came out husky. “Holy shit, baby. I can see it.”
From under my arm, my brows knitted.
See what?
A light fingertip brushed the inside of me and Connor breathed, “You really are a virgin.”
That short statement rocked me, and not in a good way.
“Wait.” I removed my arm and craned my head up, frowning at him. “You thought I lied?”
For a moment, Connor having his hands on me didn’t seem so scary. “I can see you didn’t.”
My voice was soft. “I wouldn’t lie.”
At my injured tone, his expression turned earnest. “No, you wouldn’t. Would you?”
I shook my head.
I wouldn’t. Not to Connor.
His grin returned, he looked down at my bared self and chuckled low, looking like he’d won first prize at the fair for his award-winning pig. “Fuck. I am going to enjoy this.”
Before I could ask what he was going to enjoy, he lowered his face and then sensations I never knew existed struck me. Connor used his mouth in a way I didn’t know was possible and although he was focused on one place, I felt those lips everywhere, all over my body. My skin tingled and sizzled with every stroke of his tongue and playful pull of his lips.
One long swipe of my folds then his mouth settled over the bundle of nerves that had craved his attention all along. Panting hard, I let out a low moan and twisted my hands in the covers.
Connor’s lips never left me, not even when one hand came up to my breast and plucked at one taut nipple. The move had me overwhelmed by sensation. A low growl built up in my throat and when my hips jerked, his other hand held me down. His long fingers splayed on my belly, pressing me down into the bed.
He lifted his head. “How you doing up there?”
I didn’t bother responding. I simply lifted my head to glare at him and placed my foot to his shoulder in an attempt to push him back down where I needed him most.
His chuckle filled the room. “Ooh, baby. You’re greedy today.” He lightly nipped my inner thigh. He was thoroughly amused. “I like you greedy.”
The moment he connected with my clit, my back bowed.
My stomach clenched. I moaned loudly then panted harshly, “Oh no, no, no.” My first instinct was to shut my legs around Connor’s head.
“Yes,” was all Connor laughed as he held my thighs open, pressing deeper into me. His gentle suckling intensified just the right amount and, for some unknown reason, I fought against my orgasm.
I guess I just didn’t want it to end.
I mean, really, who could blame me?
After all, Connor Clash was doing obscene things to me. Obscene but hot.
Suddenly, my core tightened and the creeping sensation began. It started from my knees, climbing its way up my thighs, and then it was there. The waves took me away. The base of my stomach tightened and then I was falling.
My hands tightened around the covers and I choked through a moan.
Oh, God.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down on me, again and again, until I was spent. My body finally relaxed and I let out a happy little sigh.
A long while passed before I found my voice and when I did, it was husky. “I didn’t think it could get better from last time.”
Connor came to lie by my side and he chuckled at my sleep-glazed expression. “Emmy, there are so many levels of orgasms. You have no idea.”
I blinked at that, unconsciously rubbing my lower stomach. I peered over at him, my glasses sitting on the tip of my nose. “And where would that orgasm rank?”
He looked down at where my hands played and, feather-soft, his fingertips joined mine, stroking the area just below my bellybutton. “I don’t know.” He seemed to think about it. “Maybe a level two?”
My eyes widened. Oh, wow. I paused. “Does that mean…?”
I didn’t want to assume but Connor set me at ease. “Baby,” he started, then sighed contentedly. “We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
In my uber-relaxed state, I peeked up at him. “So, we’re doing this again?”
“I want to.” His eyes met mine and held them fast. “Do you want to?”
I nodded instantly and his soft laughter filled the room. I couldn’t help but smile. And then he stood, tucking his thick erection back into his jeans.
Where was he going?
“But you…” My frown was as small as my voice. “You didn’t finish.”
“You have no idea what I got out of that.” He shrugged into his tee then breathed deeply, letting it out slowly, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “And it was so much better than jizzing into the sheets.”
Okay.
I didn’t really understand what he meant but he looked pleased, so there was that.
Without bending down, he slipped into his shoes. As he did, his eyes roamed my naked, sated body. A slow smile spread at his lips. “God, I want to fuck you, teeny thing.”