Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Rachel moaned into his mouth as he pressed her against the wall. The ability to act with finesse and skill fled. He bit at her lips, sucked on her tongue, and took full control of the kiss.
She clutched his arms as he attacked her mouth, which tasted of coffee and minty sweetness. The small whimpers and mewls he swallowed only ramped up his desire. Her weight against him increased as though her knees gave out and she needed support.
He took full advantage of her weakness, dragging them both to the floor without breaking the kiss. When they hit the soft carpet, he rolled her beneath him and pressed his weight into her soft body.
She pushed up into him, seeming to need as much contact as he did.
Fuck! The clothing needed to go.
Now.
He released her mouth, panting as he hovered above her. She wore a dazed expression, and they’d barely begun. By the time he was finished with her, she’d be so come drunk she wouldn’t recognize her own face in the mirror.
“Holy shit, Frost,” she said as she sucked in air.
“Clothes. Off.”
“Yes.”
They moved into action at the same time, scrambling to remove all clothing. She let her sweater fall to the floor under her. The red top flew somewhere overhead, and a sinful lacy black bra soon followed.
He fumbled with his own shirt as her tits came into view. Not too big, but with taut nipples, they bounced as she reached for her jeans.
He yanked his shirt over his head and let it drop before going to work on his own pants. Rachel’s knee bumped his inner thigh, inches from his balls, as she shimmied out of her pants.
“Sorry!” she squeaked, then burst into a fit of giggles.
“Laugh now, but this would have ended faster than a picnic during a thunderstorm if you’d crushed my nuts.”
That only had her laughing harder.
Seconds later, they’d lost their clothes.
Frost hovered over her again, with his hands on either side of her head. As he was about to dive in for another taste, he froze.
“What’s wrong?” Rachel whispered below him.
He couldn’t move, trapped by the sight before him. “You’re mesmerizing.”
Flickers of light from the electric candles danced along her bare skin. Her lips were swollen and red from their kisses. Her nipples were pebbled, pointing up at him. Yards of smooth skin begged to be touched and licked.
But the look in her eye trumped it all.
Want. Need. Arousal. Awe.
“So fucking pretty.”
“Frost…”
“Jack.” Frost was the man created by the MC, and he loved that man. But he’d shared Jack with Rachel, and he trusted her to take care of that gift.
She smiled. “Kiss me, Jack.”
He did. This time he let his hands roam all over her. Her skin was soft and silky beneath his work-roughened fingers. She squirmed as he coasted up her stomach, gasped when he brushed her nipples and moaned when he kissed a path to her neck.
Her hands were busy as well, groping every part of him she could reach. Everywhere she touched left a fiery trail of electricity.
He sucked her neck, loving how her fingers curled into his skin. Later she’d find a mark there, and he’d be damned if he apologized for it. Tomorrow, any man who walked by would know she’d been claimed tonight.
“Jack, please,” she said as she writhed beneath his hands and mouth.
He chuckled into her neck. “Moving too slow for you?” He thumbed a nipple as he spoke.
“Yes! You’re driving me crazy.”
Now he was the one grunting out a laugh. “What’s the rush, baby? We just got started.” He leveled over her to stare down into her wild eyes.
“I-I don’t know,” she said on a gasp as he slid a hand between her legs. Her sex was slippery, and if the way her pupils dilated when he played his fingers across her entrance was any indication, she fucking loved this.
“I’ve never felt like this before. I need you so bad, Jack. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t get inside me. Please don’t make me wait.”
He’d wanted to extend the foreplay. To drive her to the edge again and again before finally filling her, but her desperation had his balls drawing up tight and his cock fucking dripping for her. She was so wet, and as he strummed her clit, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a tortured groan.
“Condom?”
She shook her head. “I’m on birth control, and I haven’t had sex in two years.” She bit her lower lip. “I’ve been tested more than once since.”
Two years, damn, she was gonna go off like a rocket. “A year for me. And never without wrapping it up.” It was going to be a damn struggle not to blow the second he felt her wet heat surrounding him. “Been tested twice as well.”