Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Am I doing it wrong?”
He shakes his head. “You’ve never undressed me before. I like watching it.”
When the halves of his shirt fall apart, I palm his chest and sweep a hand up and down his abs. Blake tips his head back and sighs with happiness. My fingertips tease lower, skimming the soft skin just above his waistline, trailing through the fine hairs leading down into his shorts. My mouth waters just knowing what’s waiting for me.
“I’m still wearing pants, Jessica. Why am I still wearing pants?”
I snicker. “Sorry. Allow me to rid you of your trousers, milord.”
His expression brightens. “Are we role-playing? I love role-playing.”
Of course he does. “Maybe another time. I need to brush up on my Elizabethan English first.”
He waves a hand. “Nah, they still use the same words for fucking. Like in Romeo and Juliet, when she’s all, like, a blow job by any other name will still make you come.”
I burst out laughing. “God, Blake, you’re priceless.” Then I drag his zipper down before he can spew more made-up Shakespeare lines, because as entertaining as it is, my body is tingly with impatience.
Blake groans when I free his erection. It’s thick and pulsing in my hand. The bead of moisture at the tip moistens the pad of my thumb. Taking a breath, I slowly sink to my knees. He watches me from above with heavy-lidded green eyes. He slides a hand through my hair and leans his head back against the front door, the muscles of his chest tight with anticipation.
When my tongue circles his swollen head, he makes a low, tortured noise, his fingers forming a fist in my hair. “Feels good,” he mumbles.
“About to get better,” I mumble back and then suction my lips around him. He jerks, and I smile against his hot, velvety flesh.
I suck him down as deep as I can take him, which isn’t as deep as I’d like. But it’s his fault for having such a huge dick, the jackass. My fingers curl around his base to grip what my mouth can’t, stroking him in time to the glide of my lips and tongue along his shaft. Every loving lick makes my heart pound harder. I want him to like this. No, to love this. I want to worship his cock and show him how much I—
How much you what?
The curious voice in my head messes up my lazy rhythm. I end up taking him too deep, and my throat rebels against the thick intrusion. As I gag, Blake quickly pulls out with a soft murmur of reassurance. “’S okay, baby, I don’t expect you to deep-throat me.”
I choke out a laugh. If only deep-throating was the cause of my muddled thoughts. But it’s not. My emotions are all over the place right now, and I don’t know if it’s because of all the excitement today or because…
Because what?
Awesome. My own brain is taunting me.
I push aside the unsettling thoughts. I don’t want to think right now. I don’t want to search for answers to questions I’m not ready to face. What I want is to lose myself in Blake Riley.
“C’mere.” I tug on his hand and urge him to his knees. He does it without protest, and then his mouth is on mine and his hands are snaking their way under my shirt. He peels it over my head, undoes my bra in an impressive one-handed feat of dexterity, and tosses both items away.
Neither of us cares that we’re still in the front hall. I don’t even blink when Blake nudges me onto my back. I barely feel the cold floor beneath my bare skin because his body is producing enough heat to start a fire.
“Wanna be inside you.” He latches his mouth onto my neck and sucks hard enough to make me shiver. Meanwhile, his hands are pushing up my skirt and coaxing my panties down my legs.
I loop my arms around his neck and pull his hair to bring up his head. Then I kiss the living daylights out of him and rock my hips upward in a desperate attempt to create some friction.
Blake grunts against my lips. His rock-hard erection is like a branding iron against my thigh. “Hold on, babe. Lemme suit up.”
I’m so mindless with need that I just keep rocking until finally he grips both my hips and fixes me with a very un-Blake-like glare.
“Keep doing that and I’m gonna come all over your leg. Is that what you want, you evil woman?”
God, no. I want him inside me already. Why is he taking so long?
My impatient grumble summons a bark of laughter from him. He reaches for his discarded pants and fumbles around until he finds a condom. In no time at all, he’s covered in latex and plunging into my needy core.