Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
She’d never gotten aroused so easily.
Well, there had been a bit of dirty dancing involved, too.
“That’s it, girl. Suck. Damn, that feels good. Fuck.”
Oh, she liked that she could give him pleasure. He sounded almost breathless as she moved to his other nipple, licking her tongue over it, then sucking.
She started pressing kisses down his stomach. His body was delicious. Tight and muscular and far different from her softer body.
Maybe it was time to take up running or lifting weights.
Urgh, sounded like hard work, though. Still, she was kind of wondering how he could be attracted to her.
“Girl, look at me.”
She raised her gaze at his demand. His voice was filled with control. He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek.
“What do you want?”
What did she want? She’d thought that was obvious. Why was he even asking?
“I want to give you pleasure,” she told him. “To make you feel good.”
His eyes lit up with something. A mix of surprise and hunger, perhaps?
“You want to make me feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And what about you? Do you want to feel good?”
“I will if I’m making you happy,” she replied.
His mouth parted slightly, he definitely looked surprised.
“Please, can I?”
“Can you what?” he asked in a low, demanding voice.
Nooo. He wanted her to say it?
“I’m not the best at . . . at talking in the bedroom,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to be good at it. All you need to do is answer when I ask a question, remember?”
“Yes.” She remembered. Only, some questions were more difficult to answer than others. But this one shouldn’t be. It was quite simple.
“Tell me what you want.”
Why was that always so hard for her? To tell someone when she needed something? To ask for help?
Tell him what you want.
“I want to touch your cock,” she blurted out. “To make you come.”
“And how will you do that?”
“Do you always talk this much during sex?” she countered.
He raised his eyebrows. “Nope.”
Um. Okay. So she was just special?
“You want my dick in your mouth, girl?”
Oh. Holy heck. Had he just said that? No one had ever bluntly come out and asked her like that.
“I . . . I . . .”
He simply stared down at her, waiting calmly for her answer.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He moved his arms over the back of the sofa and nodded at her. She guessed that was permission, but now she felt nervous. What if she was no good at it? What if she did something he didn’t like?
“Girl, just do what you want,” he said in a gentler voice. “You won’t do anything wrong.”
“I said that out loud?”
“Your face is pretty easy to read.”
Crap. Yeah. She really had to work on that. It was embarrassing how easily people could see what she was thinking.
She slid off his lap onto her knees with a thunk.
“Easy, girl.”
“I’m all right. The carpet cushioned my knees. They don’t hurt.”
Total bullshit.
“The carpet is shit. And don’t lie.” He gave her a sharp look which promised some sort of punishment.
She waited, her breath stuck in her throat, but he didn’t say anything more. Instead, he just reached over for a cushion and gestured for her to stand so he could put it down for her.
That was so sweet.
In fact, he’d been incredibly thoughtful. He might act all gruff and grouchy, but there was marshmallow under there, wasn’t there?
He held out his hand and she slipped hers into his.
“Drop down slowly,” he warned. “Don’t want you getting injured.”
She waited to see if he’d give her any other orders, but his arms went back over the sofa again. His gaze was intent and his jaw seemed clenched, but he didn’t say anything more.
Okay, then. Wasn’t like she needed him to boss her around, or wanted to listen to his commands.
Yeah. Who are you kidding?
You totally want him to tell you what to do.
But she was definitely not going to ask him to do that.
“You should know that I’m clean. I get tested monthly and that was just last week.”
She nodded. He got tested monthly? Wow. That seemed a lot.
“I haven’t . . . I haven’t had sex in months. But I’m clean too.” She’d got tested after that crappy experience. That guy had fucked her, then bailed before she’d even woken up the next morning.
Reaching up with hands that shook from nerves and arousal, she started undoing his jeans.
His hands cupped her face. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Girl,” he said in a low, commanding voice. “Tell me. Do you not want to do this?”
“I just want to get it right.”
“You planning on biting me?” he asked.
“No.” She would never. She gave him a shocked look.
“Using your teeth?”
“No.”
“Squeezing my balls hard?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then you won’t do anything wrong, so stop fucking worrying.”
Sheesh.
She shouldn’t take comfort from his words. Stop fucking worrying? What kind of reassurance was that?