Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
A line appeared between his brows, but he said nothing. The man sure could say a lot with silence.
“If it was just sex I wanted, I could have gotten it from Austin, or just about anywhere.”
He actually growled, his chest rumbling against me. Holy shit.
Staring into his eyes, I smiled. “It’s about you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
He nodded contemplatively and gave me a long look. “Okay, Susie.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
I’ve never been accused of being deep. My talents consisted of having great style and saying weird shit. If I’d hurt him, however, then I had to make it better. It was easy to mistake Lars as a bad-tempered beast. He frowned like it was his life calling. But there was so much more to the man.
“What does that mean?” I asked. “Okay?”
In answer, he groped at my ass.
“We also need to address your use of the word using. Because if the lusting isn’t mutual—”
He gave me a half smile and kissed me. Guess that answered that.
Everything was perfect with his arms around me and his tongue in my mouth. My hands were in his hair and my legs around him tight. The ridge of his hard-on was right there and grinding against him was so good. Like a fever building. And we were moving. He brushed against the wall heading out of the kitchen, bumped into the entryway between the dining and living rooms, and kicked open my bedroom door. That’s when my back met the mattress.
How he gazed down at me with such lust in his eyes. To be the single point of focus of all that was breathtaking. His fingers traced a path over the curve of my hip and down the length of my thigh. He didn’t stop until he reached my sneaker, which he unlaced and tossed into the corner. As soon as that was done, he started in on the other. If my feet were sweaty and smelly I would die. But Lars had other things on his mind. Because he stuck his hands up my skirt and robbed me of my underwear in one smooth move. And I do mean robbed. He dangled my black cotton thong from a finger before slipping it into his back pocket.
“I’m not going to see that again, am I?”
“How do I get you out of that dress?” he asked in a voice as rough as the weather.
“There’s a zip down the side that loosens the bodice and then you lift the skirt and sort of maneuver the whole thing up over my head.”
He grunted. “Too complicated.”
“I’m appalled that a man of your age and experience would be defeated by a frock.”
But Lars had no time for my nonsense. He was far too busy burying his head beneath my skirt. With his hands on my thighs, holding them open, he got straight to business. Dragging the flat of his tongue up through my folds and finishing with a flourish. Each and every nerve in my clitoris was wide the fuck awake.
“Oh, God,” I groaned.
The newly crowned deity under my dress didn’t say a word. He just continued on with his ministrations. Sucking on my labia, first the left and then the right. Then he dragged his tongue through me again, this time with a zigzag motion that made my toes curl. Next his thumbs held me open as he French kissed my sex. All the while there was the occasional slight scratch of his stubble against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs turning me into gooseflesh. He went down on me with the same skill and single-mindedness that he did everything else. And it was wonderful.
I slapped a hand over my mouth to try and keep quiet. To let the man concentrate. But it was no use. He was just too talented. All of my blood rushed right to my pussy and the knot of tension between my hips pulled tighter. Every muscle in my legs and low in my stomach drew taut. When he settled into sucking on my clit, flicking his tongue over it back and forth, it was all over. My whole body tingled and my mind blanked. The orgasm shook the soul right of me. I gave a startled shriek and held on to the sheets for dear life. My thighs trembled and my pussy quaked. And I was high above the clouds, my body flooded with all of the good chemicals. All of my cares and worries fell away.
Meanwhile, Lars stood and grabbed the bottle of water off the bedside table. His jaw was set. His cock straining the front of his jeans. As he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, it occurred to me that there was every chance I’d taken on more than I could handle.
My laughter was weak. “Sex noises, huh?”