Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
It felt like an hour but was probably only a minute or so before he stumbled. We lurched backward and almost crashed into the shelf. Somehow, he managed to fall back into the chair. I landed on top of him, laughing so hard that my ribs hurt.
Or maybe that was just from his arms squeezing me.
Eli’s grip loosened, his hands dropping to rest loosely on my waist. I relaxed into his bulk, strangely comfortable.
“Your hair is smothering me,” he said, catching my wrists and putting them together so he could hold them in one hand. Then he reached up and caught my hair, trying to finger-comb it to the side.
“Sorry,” I told him, attempting to lean forward. He let go for an instant. Then his hands were under my armpits as he lifted me like a rag doll, draping me across his lap. His left arm wound around my back. My legs draped over the arm of the old chair as his right hand reached up and slid into my hair.
He pulled my mouth to his, and a world of sensation exploded through me.
I’d thought about kissing Eli in the past. The man was sexy as hell—you’d have to be blind not to notice. Blind, deaf, and without a sense of smell, more accurately. Every time I’d imagined those kisses, they’d been terrifying because Eli was intense. He never did anything halfway, and I suspected his kisses would overwhelm me.
Instead, his lips somehow managed to be soft while still demanding enough to leave no question as to who was in charge in the moment. His tongue slid into my mouth before I even fully realized what was happening. I was too busy squirming, aching, almost desperate from the sudden surge of need.
Feeling his tongue plunge deep, all I could think about was that I needed more of him inside of me. For once, I didn’t feel like I had to fight or question what was happening. I just opened to him, drawing him in, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
His head slanted, kissing harder now. I felt something hard under my butt and knew it had to be him. I shimmied my hips, savoring the way it made him shudder. He pulled away for an instant, and our eyes met.
“Jesus, but that feels good,” he said in a strained voice.
“Let’s not drag Jesus into this, okay?” I whispered, then lifted my head, trying to catch his lips again. I didn’t even notice that he’d dropped his hand to my waist until he tugged my shirt free from my jeans. I expected him to go for my breasts. Instead, he found the back of my pants, sliding his hand under the waistband and plunging deep to grab the cheek of my ass with big fingers.
He stilled, studying my face.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this,” he said. He lowered his mouth for another kiss, brushing his lips across mine. It was lovely, but I needed more. He was kissing me like we were making love.
I wanted him to fuck my mouth.
Catching his bottom lip with my teeth, I bit down. Not hard enough to break the skin, but close. He groaned, and his hand clenched on my ass. Then he grabbed my hair with his free hand, twisting it around his fingers before jerking my head to him, holding me still.
My entire body clenched, liquid and hot and ready to take him.
If he can do this with one little kiss, what else can he do?
I clenched at the thought, spirals of desire zipping along my spine. I had to find a way to straddle him. Rub against him. Fuck him. I ached for it, squirming against the cock prodding my ass, needing more, and needing it now. He groaned, and I couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting him inside of me.
“Don’t move,” he muttered, pulling back on my hair for emphasis.
That should’ve pissed me off, yet somehow it just turned me on even more. Swiveling my hips, I tried to grind down on him. His hips bucked up almost instantly, and he moaned.
At least I wasn’t the only one who’d gone into heat out of nowhere.
Nobody could be expected to sit still when they ached like this.
Still holding his mouth with mine, I rolled to my right, directly into his body. My legs swung down, one on either side of his strong thigh. I slid my hips back, experimenting with the new position.
Oh, that was… Really good. Holy-fucking-shit good.
We kissed like that for long seconds, me grinding against his thigh, him holding me by the hair with one hand. The other squeezed my ass, pulling my hips forward into him with every stroke.