Head Over Feels Read Online S.L. Scott

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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
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That roguish smile.

The dip of his head as his eyes remain on me.

Those abs. THOSE ABS. I want to shout about them from the rooftops. I want to thank every crunch that made them possible.

While I’m busy fanning myself, he asks, “You look like you’re enjoying this.”

“I am. Very much,” I purr, letting my inner thoughts speak for me. Pinching my fingers, I kiss the tips. “Compliments to the chef.”

Chuckling, he slides his hands up the sides of my hips, pops the snap of my jeans, and works the zipper down. “Your turn.”

I bite my bottom lip and lift, letting him strip my legs bare. “You weren’t lying,” he says. I look down and am quickly reminded. I could let my insecurities take hold of me and ruin the moment, but this feels too good, too right, to get caught up in that mess tonight.

“Why would I?” I ask the sexiest man alive, currently pinning me to the mattress just from the look of lust blazing in his eyes.

Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he kisses the inside of my knee and then down my thigh. “God, I love you.”

We both freeze, but I know what he meant. “Never heard a thing.”

Carrying on like that three-word phrase didn’t come from his mouth, he presses his hands to my belly and slides under my shirt. When his lips reach the curve of my hips, he squeezes my breasts.

Hot breath covers my core, and my back arches in response. I’m already so turned on that I’m willing to skip the foreplay to get to the main event. I start by pulling Rad higher. “Come here.”

His elbows anchor him to the bed on either side of my head, and he runs his finger along my lower lip. Slow. Savoring. Seductive. He kisses me, and whispers, “Not until you come, beautiful.”

Beautiful. My heart dances in his words.

If I weren’t already lying down, I’d thud right to the ground. He moves back down, his lips covering me. Kissing my mouth is romantic, but kissing my body exactly where I want him draws a moan from deep within myself.

The magic of his tongue, the way he holds me as though I might slip away, has me on the verge of falling. “Oh God, Rad.”

The pressure picks up, and he sucks harder, dives deeper, his fingers teasing the spot that will send me into pure bliss. My mind floats with the stars as my body tremors through the release.

Sinking into the mattress, I didn’t realize I was fisting his hair until I stretch my fingers. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” When he crawls up my body, I feel his erection hard against my thigh. Our kisses become hurried despite the sense of peace I feel inside. He kisses my neck, and I kiss his.

Licking his Adam’s apple is a glorious thing. Each weighted gulp is a reflection of how I make him feel. I love it. “I want you, Rad.”

“Thank fuck because I want to be inside you so badly.” The hunger in his voice and the growl rooted in his words make me squirm even more. But then he pushes up. “Fuck. I’ll be back.”

“What?” I lift to my elbows. “Why?”

He’s harder to read under the scrutiny of his own frustration. “I didn’t come prepared.”

“You haven’t come at all. Not yet,” I say, winking.

Kissing me quick, he says, “Punny girl,” and then gets up.

“Just in case you’ve forgotten, I do happen to have a stash of condoms.”

“A large stash, from what I remember.” His snark has reached his grin before he leaves the room. As if he wasn’t already sexy, that smirk causes me to rub my thighs together like a dang cricket, wanting him down there again. “Did you bring them with you?”

“I might have one or two, or ninety exactly in the box over there.”

I can practically see the calculations spinning in his head. The answer isn’t hard to figure out, but the images populating are probably stumbling blocks. To lighten the mood again, I say, “Sadly, one was lost in the move.”

“It’s probably still on the stairs. Should we go check?” When he chuckles, it makes me happy that we can laugh about it now.

Digging through the box, he widens his eyes. “Damn, woman. What am I going to do with you?” Holding up a handful of condoms, he says, “I can’t say I’m too upset over the fact that you have so many left.”

“Got big plans there, Welly?”

Tossing them on the mattress, he says, “I sure do,” and then dives back on the bed. “Because once we make love, gorgeous, I’m going to take you again, and probably again after that.”

“Where are you takin’ me?”

“Straight to heaven, baby.”

I burst out laughing. “Wowsa. That was a doozy of a line. I wasn’t prepared. But the way you’re throwing around that sweet phrase making love has me thinking you might be the one going to heaven.”


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