Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
"Tomorrow," I say softly. "Or you could come in to appreciate my winning personality some more."
His mouth pulls into a one-sided smile and those soft brown eyes of his crinkle at the sides. "How about your butt? Do I get to appreciate that, too?"
"Absolutely," I say, taking hold of his big, warm hand.
I know some people will think that having such an easy attitude to sex is problematic. There’s so much judgment around how people choose to share their bodies, especially when it comes to women.
I like eating and sharing food with other people. I like dancing and finding a partner to vibe with which only makes it more exciting. And I love sex in the same way. When I find a man I’m attracted to, and he ticks the boxes like Mitchell does, I don’t see the point in waiting around for love. Love is complicated and takes long-term focus. I’m happiest existing and enjoying the present, and that’s where me and Mitchell are right now. The future is a distant ethereal thing that never solidifies in my vision.
Mitchell only lets me lead him for a few paces before he scoops me into his arms. My bag trails in my hand and I giggle like an idiot, swaying as he strides forward. "Number?"
"Twelve," I gasp as he almost passes the door to my room in his enthusiastic haste.
"Where’s the key?"
I drag my bag onto my belly, searching frantically to find it. My hands shake with anticipation as I unlock the door and twist the handle. We’re inside the dark room in a flash, and Mitchell tosses me onto the bed unceremoniously. I bounce and laugh some more, staring up at his smiling face. In the low light, with his hair flopping over his forehead, he suddenly seems much younger.
"You’re kind of a caveman, Mr. Mitchell," I say, patting the bed next to me. "I think I like it."
Even though the room is an unfamiliar space, he doesn’t take time to familiarize himself with his surroundings. In fact, as he removes his shoes, his eyes cling to my face and then my body, feasting in a way that sends a shiver over my scalp.
Now, this is me living my best life. Living in the moment. Living each day like it could be my last. My body feels alive with energy, thrumming with blood and vibrating with excitement. Only yesterday, I wondered if I’d made a mistake coming to Australia, and now, it’s as though I’m stepping into a new era of excellent possibilities.
"When you spilled all those drinks over me, I never thought we’d end up here," he says. He folds in his lips to moisten them, and I can’t wait anymore. I rise to hook my hand around his neck and draw him so that he’s propped over me, resting on one very nicely toned arm.
"Maybe you should kiss me."
His grin is smoking hot. "Maybe you give Lachlan a run for his money when it comes to bossiness."
I guess my demanding attitude doesn’t put him off because he does slant his lips over mine, and he does explore my mouth with the hot, sexy slide of his tongue. His hands roam my body in a perfect way, focused on discovering new territory. My mind goes to a hilarious place where Mitchell is an explorer and I’m a wild new country.
I like the idea of being untamed.
Drawing away from my mouth, his lips trail a soft path down my jaw and my neck, finding the dip at the bottom of my throat.
"Dawn Mitchell," he whispers against my skin. "You taste like heaven."
"You haven’t got to the best part yet," I say with a grin.
"Oh, don’t worry. I will, but I’m going to take my time."
He doesn’t lie.
He explores me inch by inch, and I’ve never felt so worshiped. He does things with his lips and tongue that I’m sure are illegal in half the countries of the world. And I lap it all up, because who doesn’t want to feel like a queen? When we’re both naked and I’m trembling, he groans that he didn’t bring protection.
It’s cute that he doesn’t have a condom with him and even cuter that he assumes I also don’t have one. When I reach into the nightstand and pull out a packet, he cocks an eyebrow. "A girl scout has to be prepared," I say, handing him the shiny square.
"You’re a little old to be a girl scout, and I’m not sure condoms are on the official kit list."
We both laugh, but the atmosphere in the room changes when he tears the packet open with his teeth and begins to roll the latex down his very long, very thick, very hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight of him; gorgeous tan skin with a dusting of light brown hair across his chest and a happy trail leading to all the good stuff. He’s got the physique of a man who lives his life and eats and drinks what he likes but also loves outdoor exercise and construction tasks. A man built on both hard work and enjoyment.