Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Ambitious?” she pants.
“Confident.”
Bethany reacts like a woman who hasn’t been touched enough lately. Or maybe ever. Then again, when I’m with her, I feel as if I’m ravenous—and she’s my ideal banquet. Our electric, erotic chemistry is no joke. Whatever happens between us is going to be more than explosive.
With a shake of her head, she gives me a shove and peels off her delicate tank to reveal a lacy beige strapless bra. The swells of her breasts rising above her slender waist and her smooth, peachy skin have my eyes bulging and my mouth watering.
Yeah, the bra needs to go—now.
Clutching her hips, I drag her closer, my lips falling automatically to claim hers again as I wrench the hooks of her bra open. The second the garment is free, I toss it in the vague direction I lobbed my shirt. Then I press our chests together, bare skin to skin.
She gasps. “Clint…”
My palms roam the soft flesh of her back. Fuck, she feels like warm velvet. I’m dying to know the weight of her breasts in my palms, in my mouth.
“Yeah?” My voice sounds rough.
She looks into my eyes. “Are you going to do more than kiss me?”
Hell yeah, I am. “I would never keep a lady waiting.”
When she sends me a lazy-lidded smile, my heart chugs. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s flirting with me. Bethany is usually so serious, so her little tease is a thrill.
Desperate now, I drag my lips down her neck and ease back onto my knees. The sofa isn’t going to work for what I have in mind, but I’ll worry about that in a minute. Right now, I’m fixated on her breasts.
Holy gorgeous nipples. I like boobs. No, I love boobs. They’re my thing on a woman. When I first meet an attractive female, I look at her eyes, glance at her mouth, then see what God or her plastic surgeon implanted inside her chest. It’s not very evolved, I know…but I’m a guy.
With Bethany, I’m perfectly happy with quality over quantity. I’ve seen better-endowed women topless, but her breasts might be the most beautiful, symmetrical pair I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Oh, sweetheart…” I cradle one in each hand.
At my touch, she jolts, and when I rake my thumbs across the tips, she inhales sharply.
I smile like the ravenous bastard I am. “Do you like your nipples sucked?”
“I guess.” She sounds breathless but hesitant. And slightly confused.
Does she not know the answer to my question? The possibility that every man she’s ever slept with has been a bumbling dipshit in bed weirdly thrills me. I love the idea of being the first to blow her doors off.
I can’t resist toying with her. “Is there any part you don’t you like?”
She bites her lip and wriggles as if she’s unnerved by the way I’m cupping her breasts and staring. “The part where they lick them like I’m a lollipop. Or when they blow on them. What is that?”
“Ineptitude. Let me try, Beth. If you don’t like it, stop me. In fact, any time I do something you don’t like, I expect you to let me know.”
The sideways glance she shoots me tells me she’s surprised. “And your ego won’t take a nose dive?”
“No. Every woman likes something different. That’s cool. I can adjust because I already know sex between us is going to be amazing. I want to make sure you find it amazing, too.”
Her body relaxes. “Okay.”
When I focus on her curves rather than the conversation, she tenses. I bet she’s expecting me to pounce on her tits, do something that doesn’t stimulate her, and ignore the rest of her until I decide to thrust and grunt and come.
Balancing my hands on the arm of the sofa, I lean in and brush a kiss against her lips. Instantly I realize I’m going to need another. But a second buss becomes a long melding of lips. After that, I have to taste her again, see if her flavor is really as addicting as I recall.
The second my tongue slides against hers, I know the answer is yes. I groan and lean in, kissing her in heated sweeps, searching every last corner of her for untapped flavor.
She clings to me, whimpering. I don’t know whether she’s conscious of her legs gently parting around me or not, but crouched in front of her, I sure as hell am.
Finally, I manage to break the spell of her kiss to trail my lips down her neck, licking and nibbling on the way. I nip at her collarbone, earning an excited little gasp. My thumb brushes one taut nipple before I lave my way down the swell of her breast, then lift her straining tip to my mouth.
I tease her with a hot exhalation before I close my lips around the point and kiss it softly. It beads tighter, the surrounding flesh crinkling and flushing darker. I smile.