Total pages in book: 211
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1008(@200wpm)___ 806(@250wpm)___ 672(@300wpm)
Chapter four
Eric
I’m about to go down on my knee and make good on that promise to lick Harper to orgasm when she suddenly rejects that idea and me. “No,” she whispers, flattening her hands on my chest. “No. This is a mistake. I need to leave.”
She tries to pull away but I catch her waist. “What just happened?”
“I don’t do this kind of thing. Ever. I don’t know why I’m half naked with you right now.”
“This is why,” I say, cupping her head and kissing her, my tongue stroking deep and long, the tension in her body easing almost instantly, a tiny moan sliding from her mouth. “That’s why,” I repeat, when she’s all soft and yielding in my arms. “Because you want me and I want you.”
“You want something,” she accuses as if she’s decided I’m motivated by some invisible agenda that doesn’t exist.
“Sweetheart, you’re the only reason I’m not driving away right now.”
“Because I fit your agenda?”
“My only agenda right now is you on my tongue.” I kiss her again. “And what does me between your legs do for me besides turn us both on?”
“I don’t want to be inside the family drama.”
“Don’t make this complicated. Don’t make me complicated. I’m here, I’m gone. I want to fuck you before I leave. You want to fuck me, too, and right now, I’m going to kiss you again unless you—”
“Stop talking,” she orders fiercely. “Stop and give me time to think. I need—”
“I need,” I say, and my mouth slants over hers, and the instant my tongue touches hers, she moans and kisses me back, a wild hungry kiss, my hand on her breast, her nipple.
She moans again, and God, I love this woman’s moans. My cock throbs against my zipper and I need her on my tongue and everywhere I can get her. I lower to one knee, my hands on her hips, slipping her barely-there black panties down her legs. I wrap my arm around her and lift her, tossing them aside. When she’s back on her feet, there’s a hint of trepidation in her eyes that I don’t want to exist, and I know is rooted in this screwed up family, and the war of brothers, my father eggs on every chance he finds.
“I’m going to make you forget everything about this night but me fucking you,” I promise, my lips pressing to her belly, my tongue flicking against the soft skin there. She trembles in response, and holy hell, I’m so damn hard that it hurts.
Her hand presses to my shoulder and I caress her hip and cup her ass. My gaze lifts and her teeth scrape her bottom lip. My teeth go to her hip, where I nip, and then soothe the tiny bite with my tongue. I slide my fingers along her sex, as she’s dripping for me. I slide two fingers inside her and her lips part in a silent gasp. I stroke her, pump my fingers into her, and she arches her hips and makes a barely there, but fucking sexy as hell, sound. I lick her clit and her fingers wrap around my hair, and not gently,
I’m also not about to let her cum this quickly.
But I liked it.
I rotate her and sit her down on the bed, and she’s panting with my withdrawal, her lashes fluttering. My hands settling on her knees, my lips finding her inner thigh while my hand works a path up the opposite leg, just a little tease, for a short interlude. Impatience is not my friend and I slip my shoulders between her legs and my mouth closes down on her sex. When she moans, I pull her forward and force her to her back, lifting her legs to my shoulders, while I start licking and suckling, hungry for more of this woman, and yes, she’s right. We’re wrong. We’re so fucking wrong that we are right in every possible way.
The very idea that they think they own her, and yet, she’s chosen to be here with me, is everything. Every fucking thing, and I slide two fingers inside her again, reveling in the way she arches her hips, lifting into the thrust of my fingers. I lick her everywhere, the taste of her shifting from salty to sweet when she suddenly quakes into orgasm, her body spasming around my fingers.
I use my fingers and mouth to stroke her to completion, and when she’s done, really done, I realize I don’t have a condom and this night is going to be the death of me. Of course, it is. I’m on Kingston land.
I slide up her body to kiss her, and damn it, the taste of her on both our lips about undoes me. “I don’t have a condom,” I whisper.
“Oh god,” she whispers. “Please tell me no.”