Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Arden shook his head, lost in the depth of Mike’s eyes. He felt so seen, so acknowledged for all he was, not just a curiosity to fool around with. “No. I trust you. And I think I… I want to go all the way with you. If you want to that is. You listened to everything I said, and I know you won’t hurt me.”
Mike chewed on his lip and stepped closer, his eyes wandering before they settled on Arden’s. “Oh, baby. I never want to see you hurt again.”
Goosebumps tickled Arden’s skin and he reached for Mike’s belt, heart in his throat. He’d never felt like this about sex. Like it was so much more than a filthy, exhilarating exchange of fluids and arousal. With Mike… it was all that but also a way to communicate, be the closest they could be. Even back in San Francisco, in that kiss-turned-more, Arden had already been overwhelmed with his feelings for Mike.
“And you won’t, because I’ve got a big bad protector, with an even bigger dick.” He grinned at his man, his lover, his future.
Mike chuckled. “Oh, I like to think I am bigger than my dick,” he said and nudged Arden’s chest, making him fall flat on the bed. From down there, Mike always looked magnificent, like a tamed beast who only listened to Arden. He pressed the sole of his boot to the edge of the mattress between Arden’s legs, and while it was to make the process of removing his boots simpler, Arden still felt a pang of arousal trail down to his toes.
“It’s hard to say from this perspective. I need a closer look. But wait. I think this is in the way…” Arden winked at Mike and pulled off the satin pyjama top, his nipples already stiff. He couldn’t wait to have Mike on top of him, pushing that stiff rod in until he came. They didn’t even need to use rubbers since they’d gotten tested, and he longed to feel Mike’s juice warming him from inside. Marking him as Mike’s own.
Mike sighed and removed his other boot before leaning over the bed, his palms resting on the insides of Arden’s spread thighs. Long hair fell against his tanned cheeks, trembling along with Mike’s body, and Arden enjoyed the thought that it was a sign he was struggling to control himself in the face of Arden’s proposition.
“It definitely was in the way. You have such cute little nipples,” Mike breathed, placing his knee on the bed at last and lowering himself at a pace so slow it could only be in order to tease.
“And they taste even better than they look.” Arden reached up to get his hands on Mike’s sturdy shoulders faster. Mike was such a hunk. From the irresistible blue eyes, to the beard, the fantastically colorful tattoos, he was the biker wet dream, and Arden had loved riding on his bitch seat from that first time he’d put his arms around Mike’s waist.
Mike hummed and crawled on top of him, still clothed, a big grin spreading his lips as he pressed his forehead to Arden’s, and his dry hair fell around their faces. “Yeah? Are you offering me dessert for dinner?” he asked as his fingertips traced the sides of Arden’s body, painting intricate patterns over his ribs.
Arden slipped his fingers into Mike’s beard, combing it before stroking his way to Mike’s ears. He’d kiss every inch of this man. “I’m offering you everything you want,” he whispered, overwhelmed by the sense of security that came with Mike putting a controlled amount of weight on him, even though the belt buckle dug into his hip.
Mike gave a shuddery exhale, and pressed a kiss to Arden’s forehead. Then his nose. Both eyelids. Rubbed his soft beard against Arden’s jaw. When he rolled his head, their lips finally met. A jolt of heat spiraled up Arden’s body, making him arch as his blood came to a sudden boil and left him unable to think for himself.
“I want to give you the best sex of your life,” Mike whispered, and squeezed Arden at the waist, only to trail up, pushing him into the mattress as they settled just under Arden’s pecs.
Heat flushed Arden’s face, and he nodded, already spreading his legs wider. He couldn’t wait for Mike to press the ignition. His whole body throbbed in anticipation of touch, tingling as if tiny needles teased every bit of skin.
“Leave me breathless,” Arden murmured, without a hint of nervousness. He wasn’t afraid anymore. What Luke had done to him hadn’t been his fault and would remain in the past. He still craved sex with a man who wanted him more than anyone else in the world. He wanted the kind of passionate, tender yet filthy sex he had with Mike.