Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
The orgasm that ripples through me seems to last forever. It’s only when I turn boneless, on the verge of slipping into the water and sinking to the bottom of the pool, that I crack open my eyelids and find him watching me as he wrings every last drop from my body.
He presses another kiss against my soaked flesh before drawing away and hoisting himself beside me. Rivers of water pour off him in a torrent as he wraps his arms around my exhausted body and drags me onto his lap so that his hard cock is pressed against my pussy and his mouth can take mine. He licks at the seam of my lips until I open before plunging inside. One hand tunnels through the tangled length of my hair, twisting the damp strands around his palm and drawing them taut until my spine bows. The possessive grip is enough to spark another round of arousal in my core.
He pulls away just enough to growl, “Can you taste your honey on my lips?”
The heated look in his eyes singes me alive. Any moment, I’ll burst into flames, and not even the water of the pool will be enough to extinguish it.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“One taste and I’m addicted.”
He kisses me again, dragging me to the very bottom of the ocean where I’m unable to breathe.
Or think.
The only thing I can do is give myself over to the pleasure he’s capable of.
“One lick of my lips and I’ll be able to taste you there.”
That’s all it takes for him to strike a match and set the world on fire.
And I’ll happily burn with it.
His arms tighten as he pulls me close enough to bury his face in the hollow of my neck. When his warm breath ghosts across my flesh, I realize how chilled my skin has become and a shiver dances down my spine.
He pulls away just enough to search my eyes. “Cold?”
“A little.” Although, not nearly enough to stop what we’re doing. I could stay here wet, naked, wrapped up in him all night long and not think twice about it.
Without further comment, his grip tightens around my waist, and he removes me from his lap as if I weigh nothing at all before popping to his feet. His fingers wrap around mine to hoist me up. After grabbing a towel from the bench, he drapes it around me. My body feels over sensitized against the scratchy white material. As soon as I’m taken care of, he grabs another and briskly dries himself off before tucking the towel around lean hips.
“Are you sure I can’t check off two items from the list? That orgasm…” My voice trails off. It’ll be a memory that I take out and relive for years.
His fingers lock around mine before he tugs me to him and presses a kiss against my lips. “What did I say about number six?”
“Technically speaking, you were inside me.”
He smirks. “Still doesn’t count. You need something thicker filling your sweet little pussy when we check that one off.”
Even though I’m standing before him naked, and he just went down on me, his dirty words have the power to heat my cheeks.
“By the way,” he says almost conversationally, “I finished that book.”
My brows pinch together in confusion before I realize what he’s talking about. “You did?”
“Yup.” A slow smile simmers across his lips. “Have you?”
I shake my head. “No, I’m still working on it.”
“Did you get to chapter nineteen?” He waggles his brows. “Some pretty interesting stuff in there.”
When my mouth falls open, he flashes a full-on grin.
“I wouldn’t mind reenacting that scene.” With a chuckle, he smacks another kiss against my lips. “Now, let’s get out of here. We’ve pressed our luck enough for one night.”
CHAPTER 22
RYDER
“Surprise!” everyone yells on cue as Brody walks into the backroom at Taco Loco with his arm wrapped around his wife.
The slender, dark-haired woman lifts both hands to her mouth as she stares wide eyed at the crowd. As soon as they step over the threshold, Juliette rushes forward and throws herself at Natalie, hugging her tightly. Maverick follows closely behind his sister, slipping his arms around both women. Brody gets in on the action, holding his family close.
It’s only when they’re standing all together that I realize how much Juliette resembles her mother. They both have the same shiny, dark hair. Natalie’s is cut in a sleek bob that sweeps her shoulders while her daughter’s flows down her back like a thick curtain. My fingers clench as memories of the other night at the pool flood my mind and what it felt like to have those damp strands wrapped around my hand.
It takes effort to shake that recollection away before I pop wood.
Mav has the same build as his father paired with Natalie’s dark hair.