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)
Once he softens in my mouth, I release him and press a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. His gaze fastens onto mine as he carefully tucks himself into his khakis. Then he reaches down and hauls me into his arms until his lips can crash onto mine. His tongue invades my mouth, mingling with my own as my arms tangle around his neck.
He pulls away just enough to growl, “I fucking love that you taste like me.”
I like it too.
More than I thought possible.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” he says.
Without waiting for a response, he swings me up into his arms and carries me to his truck. I rest my head against his chest, knowing that in this moment, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
CHAPTER 24
RYDER
Her hand stays locked in mine as we drive back to her place. As much as I want her in my bed, that’s not possible. Not with Maverick there.
I glance at Juliette. Her lips are still swollen from our kisses and when she went down on me in the alleyway.
Fuck.
I’ve had my fair share of BJs over the years, but none ever felt like that. In a matter of minutes, I was blowing my load. The image of Juliette kneeling before me as my length disappeared between her lips is enough to stir need inside me all over again.
I can’t get enough of her.
Even though I wanted to wait to have sex, I can’t hold off any longer.
I need to be inside her tight heat.
I want to feel her pulsing around me.
By the time we pull into the parking lot of her building and jump out of the truck, we’re both on edge and vibrating with pent-up desire. I slip my arm around her waist and tug her close as we head to the entrance. Her hand trembles as she punches in the code and shoves open the door. Once inside the lobby, she hits the button for the elevator and within thirty seconds, the doors are sliding open and we’re stepping inside the car.
Unable to hold back another second, I yank her into my arms and press her spine against the wall as the doors close, locking us inside before rising to the third floor. My mouth crashes onto hers. The fact that she still tastes like me only heightens the arousal pumping wildly through my veins. She blew me less than twenty minutes ago and already, I’m hard as steel. The thought of burying myself deep inside her pussy makes me want to explode.
I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. It shouldn’t come as any surprise that Juliette is the one girl who’s able to tie my insides up into a series of painful little knots. It’s always been that way. Whether I was willing to acknowledge it or not.
She’s been my Achilles heel for as long as I can remember.
When I force my thigh between her legs, a whimper escapes from her.
“That feel good, baby girl?”
“Yes.”
I press against her core until she’s practically riding my leg. A moan that sounds as if it’s been dredged from deep within escapes from her softly parted lips.
By the time the elevator dings, announcing our arrival on the third floor, and the doors slide open, I have a fully-fledged boner. My fingers wrap around her wrist as I drag her from the car and down the hallway. She stumbles in her heels, trying to keep pace.
I hold out my hand as we reach her apartment. “Key.”
After she drops it into my palm, I jamb the thin metal into the lock and twist the handle, shoving open the door. The inside is shrouded in darkness. Luckily for us, it looks like Carina is out for the night. I drag her to the bedroom and lock us inside. As soon as I do, she spins around to meet my eyes with dazed ones. Her cheeks are stained with color and her hair is disheveled from my fingers running through the thick mass.
Have I ever seen her look so stunning?
I’ve spent years wanting to muss her up. Satisfaction pounds through me that I’ve finally done it. Instead of rushing forward and taking her the way every instinct demands I do, I force myself to lean against the door and simply drink in the sight of her. I want to tuck this moment away in the back of my brain for eternity.
“You want this, right?” I ask, needing her to reconfirm that taking this further is a mutual decision.
The delicate column of her throat works as she swallows before nodding. “Yes, I do.”
Relief floods through me. What would I have done if she’d said no? That she wasn’t into it. That she didn’t want me.
I probably would have fallen to my knees and begged her to change her mind.