Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Or maybe it feels good to be wanted and treated like I matter. Either way, I win in the end. I kiss him again as we keep stripping clothes from our bodies. There’s something so incredibly magnetic about Noah Westcott that I don’t mind skipping a few steps when it comes to him.
His pants drop, and just as he steps out of them, I press myself fully against him. Sliding my hands over the broad of his shoulders, I lift to kiss him again. His large hands covering my lower back make me ready to yield to his every desire. A squeeze of my ass has my insides clenching in desire.
But the way he tilts his head and nudges to get access to my neck has my nipples hard and my body turned on. Trailing kisses down my neck, he stops, his warm breath heating my skin, and then he travels back up to my mouth.
I’m backed toward the shower, taking two steps before I stop again. “I need to get something.”
Trust is not only seen in his eyes. It’s felt when Noah bends to kiss me. “You know where to find me. Be quick.” A slap on the ass has me squealing—the burn and tingling a warning of what’s to come—and has me moving quicker in anticipation.
I don’t have alcohol or a pill failing to blame this time. I’m sober and well aware of the possible outcomes. I also know with Noah, I need double the protection.
Inside my closet, I kneel to dig through the bottom drawer of the left built-ins. Filled with old bikinis and sexy bras I no longer wear, I pull out a box of condoms and flip it over to check the expiration date. There hasn’t been a need to use protection in years.
We’ll use these in the nick of time with one month to spare. I grab all three from the package, detouring to the counter to drop two off on the way to the shower. My feet still as my breath catches when I see the reflection in the mirror.
Oh.
My.
God.
I spin around, gripping the counter's edge to keep me upright.
Noah’s an attractive man, probably the most handsome I’ve ever laid eyes on, but I did not expect to get a front-row seat witnessing a god in the flesh wash himself under a downpour of water. With his eyes closed, his head tilted back, and his hands rubbing over his abs, no one could convince me that Noah Westcott is mortal.
It’s impossible that he exists, much less walks among us.
My tummy tightens as my body awakens to the sight before me. To know he wants to be with me adds the cherry on top.
Scrubbing his hands over his head, he pushes the water from his hair, and it slides down his body. I bite my lip, ready to watch the show, but he looks up, and our eyes connect through the glass door. There’s no smirk or arrogance found. Only sincerity.
I feel tipsy from the intoxicating look he’s giving me, the come-hither stare that draws me to him. He opens the door, and asks, “You want to join me?”
“Do I ever.” I enter, and the water coats my body. It’s hot and beginning to steam inside the enclosure. I hold up the foil packet in front of me. And there’s the smug grin I expected earlier.
Taking me by the hips, he sways me as he comes closer and kisses my neck. “I’m glad you’re prepared. Protection was not something I thought to bring to a business dinner.”
Dinner? It’s a shock to the system to realize that was tonight. So much has happened since then that it’s hard to wrap my head around the hours that have disappeared. “You told me you were prepared for that meeting,” I tease as the weight of his erection falls against my belly.
With a strong desire to please him, to turn him on so much that he loses control, I slip my hand between us and wrap it around his erection. I start with a slow stroke up and then down.
His eyelids dip closed, but then his gaze latches onto me. With one hand, he brings two fingers under my jaw and drags the tips across my skin until he reaches my mouth. Dipping them between my lips, he says, “Suck.”
I close my eyes, then close my lips around him. Sucking on fingers has never been a fantasy of mine until now. My body is electric, with sexual energy flowing through me like a live wire. I take him deeper while I pick up the pace with my hand.
He slides his other hand beside mine, covering it and squeezing until I’m holding him so tight that it just might save my life if I fell . . . fall for him. Too late. I’ve already crossed that threshold.