Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“Dream girl has a dream mouth, doesn’t she? Christ.” He gripped the base of his shaft in his right hand, threading the fingers of his left into her head, urging her forward. Rocking into the warmth she eagerly offered. “Moan on it. Let me know how bad you want me in your wet fucking mouth. Good girl. Good. That’s real deep. That’s how I need it.”
His obvious pleasure, which seemed to heighten by the second, worked like a drug in her bloodstream. She couldn’t feel the hard floor beneath her knees or the stretch of her lips. Couldn’t feel the moisture leaking from her eyes or coating her chin, she just knew she wanted to keep going and going, find out how high she could drive him. The way he’d done for her. The way he would do for her as soon as he got the chance.
“I’m getting too stiff now. That’s enough. I need to last.” He urged her head toward him faster, as if he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop. “I want to come inside you.”
Chloe made eye contact while raking her hands up his bare chest, nails scraping gently downward over his nipples, the fullness of him jerking in her mouth, salt trickling down her throat. “Mmmm.”
“Enough. It’s too good. Enough.” Panting, he tugged himself free of her mouth with a gritted curse, then scooped Chloe onto her feet, walking her backward toward the bedroom, his mouth sealed and sliding on top of hers, their hands colliding in an effort to pull down her yoga pants, a feat she finished off by wiggling and using her toes as hooks to pull them the remaining distance to the floor, kicking away, leaving her in a bra and panties. So much of his warm skin touching hers, her mouth fell open on a shaky breath, hands reaching, stroking.
Just before they reached the doorway, he cupped his hand on the back of her head—and when she realized he was protecting her skull from bumping the frame, her heart flipped upside down. Her entire world went with it. Along with any remaining filter she possessed.
“I love you, too. I love you, too,” she said, fingers in his hair, bringing his forehead down to meet hers, his breath catching against her mouth. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you that, maybe it’s terrible timing, but I can’t live without saying it.”
He seemed incapable of speaking, but while searching her face, right to left, up and down, he let the words out in a gruff rush. “I know you love me, Chloe,” he said. “You’ve made sure I feel it every single day.” He squeezed his eyes closed. “Did I do that for you?”
“Yes.”
Tangible relief made him shudder and then his lips were back on hers, his tongue stroking the interior of her mouth, deeply, adoringly, fingers tangling in her hair. And the effect of him was so potent, she stumbled slightly, her hip connecting with her dresser. With a groove of concern forming between his brows, Sig broke the kiss and rubbed the spot where she’d hit the furniture. Seeing his big hand massaging her hip, the length of him hanging free of his sweatpants, she couldn’t wait. Neither could he, said his glazed eyes, his flushed face.
They moved at the same time, boosting her up onto the dresser.
“This is good. This is . . . good. I’m afraid to get into your bed,” he said in between shallow breaths, his throat bobbing. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave it.”
“I wish you didn’t have to,” she whispered.
He slammed his fist down on top of the dresser, as if that statement had wounded him. “Get these fucking panties off,” he growled, lifting her with the crook of his arm, divesting her of the underwear in one long yank. Gone. “I got your reward right here.”
Sig fell to his knees like a thankful man in prayer, parting her flesh with an undulating tongue. Watching her. Prodding her clit a little, teasing, then bathing it with the flattened surface, raking it side to side, side to side, stealing her ability to think or breathe.
Upon her first shudder, he hooked his grip beneath her knees, squeaking her backside closer to the edge, then found her butt with both hands, clutching, pulling, grinding her sex against his face, pressing his tongue deep, deep, deep into her entrance until she screamed, her body quaking reflexively, throat already sore from whimpering, straining.
“Sig. Oh. Oh my God. Sig, that’s good. That’s so good.”
The orgasm was like sinking into a hot bath, all the way to the crown of her head. Her body sort of just melted, the human form of candle wax, while her core clenched and tightened around his still-thrusting tongue, those hands still on her cheeks, urging her as close as possible to his mouth, his mouth, his perfect, beloved mouth.