Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 128742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Until Nate licks his lips with lust in his heavy-lidded eyes and mumbles, “Fuck, Abbey. You’re beautiful.”
My self-consciousness fades with each admiring look, each whispered compliment. My fears are displaced by the heat of his palms cupping my breasts, the sensation of his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
My eyelids flutter closed, and my head falls back against the wall while he tastes one beaded nipple. Then the other.
His tongue does me in. Lights my nerves on fire. I’m hardly aware of anything else until his hand slips into my jeans to feel how wet I am. A sound that comes from deep in his chest ripples through my body as his fingers caress me, making me unsteady on my feet.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, traveling back up my neck with those dangerous lips.
“I don’t think I can stand up if you keep doing that.”
“Good.”
He pulls his hand free to unbutton my jeans and tug them down my legs. Then he walks me back toward my bed and lays me down as he covers me with his body.
He dips his hand into my underwear and kisses me, sliding his tongue against mine while his finger presses inside me. My hips arch off the bed and I push against his hand, seeking more.
“What do you need to come?” he asks against my lips.
Rather than answer aloud, I tangle my hands in his hair and bring his head back to my breasts. He takes the hint and returns his attention to licking my nipple, tugging on it with his teeth while two fingers slide inside me. I don’t want it to end. This taut, tangled anticipation. I’m half-mad and losing control, and soon my muscles clench around him and my breath catches.
I writhe beneath him as I find my release, eyelids shut tight against the waves of pulsing warmth. He kisses me deeply before I feel his jeans slip down to our feet and I open my eyes to watch him stroke himself before putting on a condom.
Nate drags his hungry gaze down my naked body. “Nice,” he rasps.
“It isn’t polite to stare.”
He chuckles. “I’m not that polite.”
As if I’d argue the point, he pushes my legs apart to sit forward and drag his erection over my wet core. I bite down hard on my lower lip, absolutely besieged by lust. He teases me, enjoying it while I wait in searing anticipation. When I’m close to chewing through my lip, he finally relents and presses forward to fill me. The sensation is a mixture of relief and a new insistent ache. He goes slow at first. Gentle. Letting me adjust to him. Then deeper, thrusting with greater intent.
I whimper.
“Good?” he murmurs, locks of hair falling onto his forehead.
“So good.”
At that he throws one of my legs over his hip, withdraws slowly, then drives forward again. We kiss as I take more of him in this position. It’s almost too much, my muscles contracting around him. Grabbing his back and dragging my fingertips down his warm, damp skin is all I can do to anchor myself as he thrusts.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he says before kissing me again. Deep and greedy.
I spent more time than I’d like to admit imagining what sex with Nate would be like. A night like this when he would show up at my door in the middle of the night. I pictured him as slow and reserved. In all our time together, he’s been guarded, always so careful not to give too much away.
Tonight, I feel like I’m meeting him again for the first time. The person he conceals inside has broken free. This Nate is passionate and in control, hungry for me and not afraid to say it.
His frantic heartbeat thumps against my chest as he moves inside me. His soft groans tickle my skin. Every inch of me is hypersensitive to the slightest touch. His lips across my collarbone. His tongue on my breasts. His fingers biting into the back of my thigh as he lifts my leg to open me further.
“I’m close,” Nate mumbles into my neck. It’s more a question than a statement.
Knowing I’m the one who brought him to the edge sends a thrill shooting through me. It’s a powerful feeling, having a man at your mercy.
I glide my hands down his back to squeeze his butt. “What do you need to come?”
I echo his earlier words with a breathy sigh and a half smirk, eliciting another groan from him.
“Just you,” he says, and then he sits back on his heels, spreading me in front of him.
It’s intense and erotic the way he watches me take his dick. He pushes hair off his forehead as his thrusts become quick and deliberate, as his gaze becomes hazy and a hoarse noise passes his lips.