Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Rome.”
His eyes that were locked on my chest snap to mine. “Hold on tight, baby girl.” That’s the notice I get before he bends, grabs the backs of my thighs, and lifts me into the air. I lock my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck, trying to hold in my squeal of surprise and delight at being in his arms.
He walks until my back hits the wall. “I need you to scoot up.”
“Scoot up?”
“Rest your back against the wall, and I’ll take care of the rest. Hold on to my head or my shoulders whatever you need to do, but trust me, I got you.”
I ask no more questions, because I do trust him. This is dangerous as hell, but also so fucking hot that he needed me enough to sneak into my room while everyone is still downstairs.
I rest my back firmly against the wall, and just as he said, he lifts me so that my breasts are eye level for him. I bury my hands in his hair, because it’s one of my favorite things to do. I like the way it feels to be tethered to him.
He tilts his head back and smirks. I’m usually the one looking up, so it’s weird for our roles to be reversed. “We don’t have much time, and we’re not leaving here until you come for me.” He pulls a nipple into his mouth and nips gently before sucking hard, and I moan at the pleasure of it.
“Shh, baby girl, as much as I love to hear you, you’re going to have to be quiet. Cover your mouth if you have to.”
I nod and place one hand over my mouth, while the other grips the back of his neck, holding him to my breast, because I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re always so responsive for me.” He moves to the other breast, doing much of the same, nipping softly and then sucking hard, all while he’s rolling the opposite nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He has one hand draped under me, holding me up, and the other is working its magic on getting me off.
I don’t reply, and I’m pretty sure he’s not expecting an answer. Instead, I close my eyes and just feel. His mouth is fucking my breasts. I don’t know of another way to describe it. His hand that’s holding me up slides beneath my shorts, and one long thick digit slips inside me.
“Oh,” I moan, but the sound is muffled because this time I was prepared, keeping my hand over my mouth.
“So wet for me, baby.” His tone is raspy, and deep, and so fucking sexy. I hear laughter from outside, and I’m reminded of how dangerous this is. Instead of begging him to stop, I feel my body tighten.
He does this thing with his teeth, and then soothes it with his tongue, and it’s as if my nipples are suddenly a button for pleasure. He glides his finger in and out, in short, languid strokes, due to the confine of my shorts and the position that we’re in.
My legs tighten around him, and my back arches off the wall.
“There she is. Come for me, baby girl. Give it all to me," he demands.
My body coils like a tight spring and explodes. I’m breathing heavily, and so is he. He removes his finger and sucks it into his mouth. Once he’s satisfied, he helps me slide down his body and wraps his arms around me tightly. He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. We don't say a word as we hold one another. Finally, he pulls back and smiles sweetly.
“I’ll let you get dressed.” He carries me to the bed, sets me down, and kisses me so damn slowly, I’m melting into the mattress.
“What about you?” My hand brushes over his hard cock, hidden beneath his jeans.
“I’m okay,” he says, kissing me chastely once more. “I wanted you to come undone for me. That’s all I needed.”
“I can be quick.” I reach for him again, and he groans.
“We’ll figure out a way to see one another before you leave.” He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Maybe you can say you’re leaving but come to my place first? You can park your car in the garage.”
I nod as the details start to take shape in my mind. “I won’t be able to stay long. Monroe and I always do a caravan thing. Safety in numbers and all that. We like to get back to school before it gets dark. We’ll also need to go to the grocery store because our apartment has been empty all summer.”
“What time does Forrest think you’re heading back?”
“Noon.”
He nods. “Come to my place. Tell Monroe you’ll leave by one thirty. That should still get you back to Lexington with plenty of daylight.” He pauses. “I’ll call and reschedule my appointment to later in the day. I’ll need a distraction knowing that you’re driving away from me, anyway.”