Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“Is it alright if I touch you, Bianca?” His question sends a wave of moisture to my pussy.
Yes, yes, yes! my body silently screams, as my mind counters with a list of concerns: Am I ready for this? Will I know how to respond? Where will this lead?
“What if someone sees us?” I ask.
“No one’s home.”
“Someone could walk by on the beach, couldn’t they?”
He stands, treating me to a view of his back as he crosses to the door and flicks off the porch light. “No one can see us now.”
In the dark, everything suddenly seems even more intimate. Moonlight shimmers on the chiseled lines of Knox’s body, and I follow those lines with my hands, unable to get enough of him.
His arms go around me and slip under the bottom of my shirt. I suck in a breath as his warm hands meet my bare skin.
He pauses in place. “Are you okay?”
A rush of gratitude fills me. What other guy would go so slow and be so respectful of my comfort level?
I nod and exhale. “Yeah. It feels good.”
“Good.” He slides a hand further up my back, lighting me up with his touch, all of my nerve endings coming alive.
With his arms still around me, he slides me sideways on the sofa so that I’m lying on my back and he’s above me. When I pull him down closer, he claims my mouth with a ravenous kiss.
My hands continue to explore his body as we kiss, wanting to touch every inch of him that I can reach. I follow the corded muscles of his lower back, and when my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his jeans, he makes a sound deep in his throat.
“God, Bianca.” He kisses a trail from my mouth, to my jaw, down along my neck and to my shirt.
“You can take it off,” I whisper, saying it quickly before I can overthink it.
He carefully rolls my shirt up and over my head, and I lift up to help him get it off. I’m glad I chose a cute bra today. It’s nothing fancy or sexy, but it’s accented with white lace and is one of the more flattering and feminine ones I own.
When my shirt is off, Knox takes a moment to look at me and I see appreciation in his eyes. Then he descends, burying his head between my breasts, the whiskers of his beard rough and exciting on my soft skin.
I stroke the muscles in his upper back and arch my own to give him better access as he nuzzles my chest and lays kisses all along the lines of my bra, occasionally nibbling gently at my sensitive flesh.
When he slips a finger under one of the cups of my bra and slides it out of the way, exposing my nipple, I think I might melt … or combust. He flicks his tongue over it a few times, each lick triggering a spark between my legs, like there’s some kind of direct connection between my nipples and my clit.
My hands dig into his back as he takes my breast into his mouth and sucks my nipple like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. I moan, and can’t help myself from writhing beneath him.
Knox shifts against my hip, letting more of his weight rest on me, and the hardness of his erection presses into me.
I want to move against him but when I did that with Ryder, it seemed to ruin things, so I try to hold still, even though I can feel something strong building inside me, desperate for release.
He moves my other bra cup aside and sucks on my other nipple. He takes as much of my breast in his mouth as he can, and then slowly pulls back, gently dragging his teeth over my skin, making me whimper.
There are other sounds, ones that are not coming from me. I go still for a few seconds and determine that they might be coming from inside the house. “Knox, what was that?”
He lifts his head, leaving my damp, pebbled nipples cold in the night air. After listening for a moment, he says, “Shit. My brothers are back.”
I scramble, trying to sit up even though he’s on top of me, and I reach out blindly, hoping to locate my shirt from wherever it landed on the floor. To my relief, Knox grabs my shirt as soon as he’s off of me and helps me put it on before he puts his own on.
“Dammit, I thought they’d be out later,” he mutters. He sits down next to me, lifting his hips and adjusting the stiff rod in his pants just as I’d seen Ryder do in the car.
Something wild inside me wants to reach out and touch his erection, but I won’t do it. I don’t want him to be any more uncomfortable than he already might be, and I don’t want to get caught by his brothers. It was one thing to kiss each of them in front of the group, but I’m not going to do more intimate things while others could be watching.