Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Then, his lips landed on mine, and everything within me went pliant. His perfectly pouty lips were heavenly against mine. We’d had that one hot kiss a few nights ago, but I’d been drunk at the time. This was … so much better than that had ever been. He tasted of pure sin, and I wanted to dive headfirst into the heady lust that sprang like a well.
When he pulled back, my eyes fluttered open to look into the emerald orbs. “I’m not your fiancée.”
He laughed deep in his throat. “You are until I take that ring back.” He fingered the ring on my left hand.
“That so?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Well, in that case, I remember a certain pinkie promise.”
His eyes widened in surprise. As if he’d thought that I had completely forgotten about that. “Really?”
“Yes.” I glanced down and then back up at him through my long lashes. “Something about ravishing me.”
“I said, if you wanted that when you were sober.” He cleared his throat, looking hopeful. “Are you sober?”
“Ish,” I teased.
He drew me in closer. “And here I thought, you were offering.”
“Maybe I was,” I said in a breathy whisper. Then, I stood on my tiptoes again and kissed him.
All restraint left Gavin in that moment. As if he’d barely been containing himself, waiting for me to give him the okay. By the way he was kissing me, like a drowned man, that had cost him.
He’d said we should be friends. Now, I was wondering if that had all been a front, because he was not currently kissing me or biting my lip or grinding against me like any friend I’d ever had.
“How hard was sleeping in the same bed with me?” I gasped against his lips.
“Torture.”
“And you were so good.”
“So good,” he said, backing me toward the bed. “I deserve a reward.”
I snickered. “Am I the reward?”
“No,” he said as his hands slid down to my thighs. He lifted me into the air and then dropped me backward on the bed. “Your pussy is.”
I gasped as he buried his head between my legs, hiking up my skirt and kissing his way toward my awaiting pussy. All thoughts of stopping completely fled my mind. I’d wanted Gavin for far too long. I didn’t know what tomorrow held. But until I gave this ring back, I was going to enjoy every luxury Gavin King offered.
The first brush of his lips against my clit nearly sent me over the edge. I had been anticipating having him like this too. Lying in bed next to his body and imagining all the ways he would make me come and forcing myself not to have the thing that I wanted. I had never been good at self-restraint, which explained why I’d broken the instant he kissed me.
“If I remember correctly,” he said, sliding his tongue all the way from my lips to my clit, “you come hard when I eat you out.”
I nearly blacked out just from the words. Gavin King was filthy. Something I’d forgotten in the intervening years.
“Isn’t that right?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I cried as he flicked harder against my clit.
“Tell me how you like it.”
“Faster.”
He did as I requested until I was panting and breathless under his ministrations. Then, as I neared the edge, he slipped two fingers into my wet, aching pussy.
I whimpered as he started a rhythm in and out.
“Imagine me fucking you,” he said in between strokes.
“Yes.”
“Deep inside of you.” He thrust hard back in, and my walls contracted around his fingers.
“Are you remembering?”
And I was. My body shuddered as the memory of our vacation washed over me. The feel of his huge cock inside of me. The way he had certainly known how to use it to bring me to orgasm. Like he was using his fingers and tongue right now.
I came apart in a mewling mess, shaking from exertion. I saw stars as he moved in and out twice more before slowly removing his fingers.
“Fuck.”
He smirked as he came to his feet. He worked his belt loose. The button and zipper went next. Then, he was freeing himself from his boxers.
If it was possible, he was bigger than memory served. The first time I’d seen his cock, I’d stumbled into him jacking off in an outdoor shower. He was leaning one hand heavily against the wall, pumping his fist tight against his cock and demanding an orgasm from himself. Then, he’d confessed he’d been thinking of me, and I’d been a goner. Just thinking about it now made me even wetter.
He produced a condom, sheathing himself with practiced ease, then settled between my thighs.
“Fuck, Whit.”
“Yes?” I panted.
“I’ve wanted this.”
“Me?”
“To own you,” he growled.
I raised my chin, defiance on my face. “No one owns me.”
“Then, I hope you enjoy watching me try.”
To punctuate his words, he slid inside me, and everything tightened.