Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“There’d be no contest who’d win.”
“Good to know.” She clenched her jaw, steeled herself, and tried to push past him and get to the door.
Ridiculous woman, he thought, holding her in place with his hips, pressing her against the vanity behind her.
She sucked in a shallow breath, her flushed cheeks revealing she was as hot for him as he was for her. “You need me to explain that better for you, sugar?”
Avery scowled, and that expression set him off. He’d played by her rules, been nice, accommodating, and taken his time. If she didn’t believe where she fit in his life, he’d damn well have to show her, he thought and slammed his lips down on hers.
She stiffened at first, her hands coming to his shoulders in a halfhearted attempt to push him away until suddenly things changed. She softened beneath him and kissed him back with the same need driving him, her fingers curling into the material of his shirt. Her teeth clashed with his; their tongues tangled. He slid his hands beneath her dress and cupped her breast through flimsy lace, pinching her nipple between his fingers until she whimpered and bucked against him.
He released the tight bud only to give the other one the same treatment. She pulled at his hair as she cried out, rocking her hips into his, seeking relief against the harsh denim of his jeans. “I need . . . I can’t . . .”
“Shh. I’ll take care of you,” he promised. He lifted her, setting her down on the vanity counter and hiking her dress above her hips.
“Wait, in here?” she asked, coming to her senses and drawing her legs together.
“Nobody’s going to bother us.” He pushed her legs apart and slid her panties down her tanned legs, shoving them into his back pocket.
He looked down at the gorgeous sight. Her bare pussy beckoned, creamy skin and slick folds waiting for him. “Fuck. I’ve waited years to see this.” He cupped her wet heat in his hand, and she gave in.
She leaned against the mirror, head back, cheeks flushed, and a sense of satisfaction flowed through him that she trusted him this way.
“I want to see you come for me, Avery.” He slid a finger inside her and nearly came himself at the feel of her tight walls clasping him in heat.
She trembled, and a raw sound ripped from her throat.
“Lean forward.” She did as he asked, and he pressed her head against him. “Scream into my shoulder,” he said and began pumping his finger in and out, all the while keeping pressure on her clit with his hand.
Her soft sighs and breathy moans let him know what worked, and when he curled his finger upward and her breathing hitched, he knew he’d found the spot. He kept up the pressure, rotating his hand in a circular motion until she was writhing on the counter.
He slid his finger out, and her inner walls clasped at him, not wanting to let him go. “Noo . . .”
He grinned and slicked a finger over her clit, focusing on where she needed him the most. Back and forth, he worked the tight bud, and she rotated her hips in time to his rhythm, keeping her on the edge but not taking her over.
“Grey, please, please, please.” She was shaking, nearly totally undone and just where he wanted her. Begging him for what he could give her.
Only then did he change the light caress to a hard tweak, and she came, first screaming then fucking biting his shoulder as the remainder of the tremors shook her body.
He held her until her orgasm subsided, ignoring his own pain and state of need.
She lifted her head, her glazed eyes meeting his. “That was . . . earth-shattering.”
“I hope so, because it was just the first of many.”
Her eyes opened wide. Grey was so on edge he couldn’t manage a laugh at her incredulous expression. Her hands drifted to the button on his jeans.
He shook his head and clasped her wrists in his. “If you touch me now, I’ll explode.”
“That’s the idea,” she said, treating him to an impish smile.
Hell no, he thought. “The first time I come with you, it’s damn well going to be inside that hot pussy.”
Those eyes opened even wider at his blunt words.
He adjusted the top of her dress so she looked presentable. He couldn’t help it if she still looked almost fucked. Hell, he liked it.
“Where have you been hiding?” she asked, her voice still husky.
“What?”
She bit down on her puffy bottom lip. “You’ve been so . . .” She wrinkled her nose, searching for the right word. “Gentle up till now.” Her soft gaze bored into his, and guilt flooded him.
“Did I go too far? Hurt you?”
“No! I actually like this side of you.” A sweet blush stained her cheeks. “I’ve just never seen it before, and you’ve definitely kept it from me on purpose.”