Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I part my legs and crook my finger, urging him forward, but he doesn’t crawl on top of me. He looks me over. Slowly. Thoroughly.
“Nice shoes,” he says, his gaze skimming down my legs to where my heels are still strapped to my feet.
I grab his wrist and tug. “Come here.”
“Oh, hell no. Not when I have a fantasy right at my fingertips.” He drops to his knees, slides his hands under my ass, and tugs me forward, positioning each of my legs over his shoulders before he lowers his mouth between my thighs and licks me in one long, smooth stroke.
I gasp, my hands in his hair and tugging. I don’t know what I want. More of this? Him on top of me? More of everything. He splays a hand on my stomach and teases me with his tongue and lips, tasting and sucking on my sensitive flesh.
When he lifts his head and meets my eyes from between my legs, he asks, “Have you ever thought about this? About me, here?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He licks me again—a reward and a promise. His greedy hands graze my stomach and thighs as he pushes the limits of my pleasure. Yes, I’ve imagined this. More times than I’d ever admit. But I never knew how much the chemistry between us would heighten my body’s physical reactions. I should’ve known. How many times, alone with my hand, did I picture him to get me there? How many times did my fantasies of a faceless lover become Carter?
When he thrusts a finger inside me and licks my clit, I arch off the bed and bite down on a cry. He pulls back, those fingers moving in and out of me, his eyes smoky and hot as he flicks his gaze from between my legs to my face and back again. “I want to hear you,” he says.
I shake my head. Had we gone to my house or his house—anywhere else—maybe I could let go, but here there are too many ears beyond these walls.
“I know, baby.” He chuckles and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Soon, though. Soon, I need to hear you. I’m going to take you home and make you come so hard you scream.” Then his mouth is on me again, that hand pumping in and out of me, making me bow off the bed and press against his lips, and that sweet, torturous flicking of his tongue. He changes the angle of his hand and, at the same moment, sucks on my clit. It’s like being filled and emptied all at once. Like being destroyed and given life. And I come with the feel of his hair between my fingers and the sound of his hungry groan filling my ears.
Carter
I stroke her as she comes down from her orgasm, still kneeling before her, still worshipping her body. I graze the underside of her breasts and her taut nipples, run my fingertips over her stomach, then flatten my palms down her sides and her hips. On the insides of her thighs, I press gentle kisses until her breathing steadies.
Those hands in my hair . . . Christ, I’ve never experienced anything as hot as Teagan tugging on my hair as she came against my mouth.
“It’s my turn,” she says as I stand. She reaches between our bodies, gripping me. My cock pulses—harder, thicker—into her stroking hand.
“I want to fuck you,” I say, tracing the line of her wrist and rocking into her touch. “Will you let me, Teagan? Let me break your rules?”
She draws up her knees and places those sexy fucking shoes on the edge of the bed. “I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”
I grin and open the condom I placed beside her on the bed when I took off my jeans. Keeping my eyes on her, I roll it on. I love the way she looks at me. Makes me feel like fucking Superman and a god all wrapped into one. Add that to the sounds she makes when I touch her, to how hard I made her come? I’m not sure I’ll be able to get my ego back out the door.
I climb over her, propping myself on my elbows as I position my body over hers. My cock is nestled between her legs, and I ache to get inside her.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks, those fingers toying with my hair again.
I scan her face. The flushed cheeks, swollen lips, her dark hair splayed out around her on the bed. “I’m not waiting for anything. Just trying to remember everything in case I wake up.”
Her eyes widen then soften. She lifts onto her elbows, pressing her mouth to mine and tilting her head. She kisses me with a depth and patience I’m not sure we’ve explored yet—a slow rhythm I could revel in for days . . . weeks . . . years. We’re still kissing when we shift our hips and I sink into her, slowly inching deeper and letting her body adjust.