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 wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him between my legs.
Eli must’ve been feeling the same way because he let go of my hair and pulled his hand out of my jeans. Before I could figure out what he meant to do, he’d wrapped his hands around my thighs from the outside. Then he stood up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
I shrieked, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
Hitching me upward, he pulled me into his body, sending my legs splaying to either side. I hissed as his cock found just the right place between my legs. Then he sat back on the chair, bringing me with him, and it all made sense.
Now, I straddled him, my legs spread wide, one hanging off each side of the chair, draped over the arms. He caught my hair again. I expected him to give me another of those devastating kisses. Instead, he pulled back, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck.
His other hand slid back down into my jeans. His fingers were still spread wide, but this time, his thumb landed deep, pressing between my cheeks.
I froze, uncertain.
“Nothing happens unless you want it to happen,” he said, kissing my neck gently. He tightened the hand on my ass, pulling my hips into his, slowly guiding me back and forth along the length of his shaft.
Hunger pulsed through me…hunger and the realization that he was serious. Nothing would happen unless I wanted it to.
What we were doing right then was damned good. Near perfect. Wonderful and exactly what I wanted. But it wasn’t enough. Grabbing the sides of the chair for leverage, I swiveled my hips into his, feeling the bulge of his cock in a whole new way.
Bet it would feel even better without all these clothes in the way.
“You say nothing happens unless I want it to happen.” I tugged against the hair he still held. He let it go instantly. I lowered my mouth, giving him another kiss. “Pretty sure I want you to fuck me right here in the Starkwood Saloon storeroom.”
His eyes darkened. I realized his lips looked unusually good. Probably from me biting them…oops.
“You’re drunk,” he said, lifting his hips to give me a better angle.
“I’m not that drunk anymore,” I replied, even if it wasn’t entirely true. I was definitely drunk. And thank God for it. Because there was no other way I’d have relaxed enough to kiss Eli King, let alone have sex with him.
And I really, really wanted to have sex with him.
“You sure?” he asked. He wanted it as badly as I did. I could tell. There was something so surreal and sweet about the thought of Eli caring enough to double-check.
Grinding down, I shuddered, wishing like hell I’d worn a skirt. Then I could just lift up enough for him to undo his fly, and…
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, my voice husky.
Both hands caught my ass again, giving me just a hint of warning before he stood up. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist without bothering to ask for permission. I’d always known he was strong, but I hadn’t even begun to imagine all the fun a person could have with that kind of strength.
He could fuck me up against a wall, then carry me into the bedroom over his shoulder, toss me on the bed, then fuck me again.
I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“Where?” he asked, looking around the room. “We could go to the office.”
“People would see us,” I said, laughing. “You can fuck me right here, on the floor. I don’t care.”
“It’s dirty.”
“You are such a girl,” I said, still giggling. “You afraid your knees might get dirty? It may not be the most romantic of spots, but it’s not like we’re dating. And I know you’ve fucked quite a few women in here over the years, so don’t even try to pretend you haven’t. Either you lay me down on that floor and fuck me, or I’m going out to that party and finding someone who will. Your choice.”
Eli’s eyes flashed, and I knew it was all over.
“Let me down,” I told him. He lowered me, sliding me down every inch of his body until my feet found the floor. Instead of stopping, I lowered gracefully into a kneeling position, catching the end of his shirt and lifting it just enough to kiss his stomach.
His entire body shuddered.
My hands found the fly of his jeans. I cupped my fingers around his erection through the fabric, squeezing it tight. Then I looked up at him, offering a teasing smile.
“No fucking way,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but don’t even consider giving me head. You wrap that mouth around me, and I’ll last all of five minutes.”