Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 119746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“You’re gonna get us caught,” he mutters against my mouth. “Maybe you want that.”
His other hand slides up under my shirt, finding bare skin, tugging at my pebbled nipples and I think maybe he’s right. Maybe I want everyone to know exactly what I’m doing with this man who makes me forget everything else.
He’s pushing my pajama shirt higher, his mouth following the trail left by his hand. “Jensen,” I gasp, and this time it’s a plea.
He pauses, lips hovering above my skin. “You want me to stop, darlin’?” The words are rough, reluctant.
“No,” I say quickly, arching against him. “I want more.”
His answering groan is almost a growl. He shifts lower, mouth hot on my ribs, my stomach. The anticipation of where he’s headed—the blatant promise in his eyes as he looks up at me—makes my breath catch.
Then he’s there, settling between my thighs with deliberate slowness, and everything else fades away.
“Quiet,” he reminds me again, wicked satisfaction in his voice before he leans in. The first touch of his tongue nearly undoes me completely.
I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out, squirming beneath the unrelenting pressure of his mouth. I thank the Lord I had the foresight to wash myself earlier. Especially as he doesn’t let up for a second, hands gripping my hips to hold me still as he takes me apart piece by piece.
Each stroke sends me higher, pushes me closer to the edge I didn’t know I was so ready to fall from.
When he finally lets me tumble over it, stars explode behind my eyes and I’m moaning his name and I don’t care who hears.
He’s back over me before I’ve even caught my breath, one hand coming up to cover my mouth like he knew I’d be this loud. His eyes are fierce in the firelight, daring me to lose control again.
“Not being a very good girl, are you?” he says gruffly.
Then he grabs my side and with one swift, strong movement flips me onto my stomach. My cheek presses against the rug, the fire crackling inches away. I barely have time to brace myself before he’s lifting my hips, his hand wrapping around my mouth again and pulling me upright just as he positions himself at my entrance.
The first thrust is slow, a gradual stretch that makes me gasp beneath his hand. He pauses like he’s giving me a moment to catch my breath, teasingly still inside of me.
“Stay quiet, darlin’.”
It’s hard to obey when he’s all I can feel, all I can think about. Every nerve in my body is wound tight, every inch of me straining toward him. When he finally starts to move again, it’s maddeningly slow, each stroke precise and controlled.
I wriggle back against him, desperate for more. This time the sound I make is a furious whimper, half-muffled by his palm, and it only seems to spur him on.
The sensation is overwhelming, raw and deep and everything I’ve been craving without letting myself admit it.
He moves with a punishing rhythm, one hand gripping my waist, the other around my mouth. Every thrust pushes a strangled noise from me, and I can’t tell if I’m afraid of someone hearing or desperate for them to.
“You’re even tighter than I imagined,” he growls. His words send a jolt through me; his voice so low and rough is almost enough to make me come again. “You want everyone to hear how hard I’m fucking you?”
I shake my head no—yes—who knows? Nothing makes sense except the two of us on this cabin floor. He shifts his angle slightly, each movement sending shockwaves through my entire body until I’m right on the edge again.
“Jensen,” I gasp out against his palm, unable to stay quiet like he wants. Like we both know we should.
“Can’t even follow simple instructions,” he says with a dark chuckle, but there’s no real reproach in it.
He releases my mouth, and I fall forward like a ragdoll, digging my fingers into the rug as he drives into me faster than ever. The fire blurs with the rest of the room until nothing exists but the heat he’s building inside me. My body is clenching around him, demanding more, more, and then I’m coming again, harder than before.
Jensen lets out a rough noise of satisfaction and pounds into me, dragging out every last tremor until I’m sure I’ll split apart. Finally, he’s pulling out only to thrust back in, deep and hard, and I can feel when he reaches his own breaking point. His fingers grip me like a vice as he shudders through it, staying inside until we’re both too spent to move.
For a moment, the cabin is filled with nothing but our ragged breaths and the crackle of the dying fire. He collapses beside me on the floor, yanking me against him without undoing his hold on my waist. It’s possessive and inevitable—like him—and I melt into it despite myself.