Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Except… my hand starts to go numb because of the angle it’s bent at, and, apparently, my head weighs forty pounds.
I let my arm fall to the bed, resting my head on it for a bit. Sitting in a sexy pose is exhausting. Who knew? But then I hear the click of the lock turning. Knowing it’s Kane coming in, I feel my belly start to flip in excitement. He doesn’t have to compete with an excited Samson as we’re not picking him up from Lucy, whose mother graciously agreed to let him stay at her house since Jim was on the road trip, until this afternoon.
“Mollie?” Kane calls.
I hurriedly return to my original position, glancing in the mirror on the door one more time to ensure nothing needs to be tweaked, before I answer. “In the bedroom.”
A thumping sound in the living room says Kane dumped his travel bag there. Within moments, he’s in the doorway, surveying what’s laid across his bed.
Doing an incredibly slow perusal of my body, he starts at my feet and works his way up to my face, then back down again.
There’s no smile to indicate he likes what he sees, but I can gauge by the heat and intensity in his eyes, as well as the thick ridge along the front of his pants, that he’s incredibly turned on.
Ergo, he likes what he sees.
“What is this?” he asks thickly, taking another slow sweep up and down my body.
“Well,” I say with a dramatic flourish, waving a hand down my body. “You won your first game. I thought that deserved a present, and so… here you go.”
I don’t need to glance in the mirror to know what Kane sees—his woman with three-inch-wide silk ribbon wound around her body in intricate patterns that hide much of her goods while leaving enough showing in between to be incredibly sensual.
I’d started at my left ankle, spiraling the soft red ribbon up to my hip, around my waist a few times, and then in between my legs to cover my crotch. Up the back of my ass, around my hips once more, then around my stomach, before finally making three passes around my breasts until I finished it off with a tiny bow at the center of my chest.
“Want to unwrap me?” I ask coyly.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, hurriedly starting to undress. He’s wearing a suit, which is required for all travel, and the pieces go flying. By his serious expression, he most definitely does not find me foolish.
“You know,” I say casually as his underwear comes off, his thick cock jutting upward. “This is the first time I’ve ever really tried to seduce a man.”
“Well, you’re fucking fantastic at it,” he mutters, kicking his underwear free before prowling to the bed.
I roll to my back as he climbs up, then straddles me. It puts his erection right within my grasp. I don’t hesitate, taking it in hand and stroking. Kane groans, tips his head back, and seems to revel in the feeling. A pearly drop of precum emerges from his slit, and I gently wipe it off with the base of my thumb. Kane opens his eyes up, staring down.
“How do I start unwrapping you?” he asks, lightly tugging my hand from his cock.
I point with one finger to the bow on my chest. “Give it a tug, unroll me a few times, and it should come right off.”
“Uh-uh,” he says with a shake of his head and a sly smile. “Going to unwrap you very slowly. Taste every inch of skin revealed to me.”
A thrill pulses through me, mostly between my legs. “If you insist.”
Kane moves back a little until he sits over my thighs, but he holds his weight off me. Reverently, he undoes the bow at my chest and pulls.
He frowns when he realizes I do have to be unrolled, so straddling me isn’t going to work. Flipping one leg over me, he kneels at my side and gives me a tiny push—more of a command to roll. The ribbon loosens as I slip from my back to my stomach. I shift my body more toward the center of the mattress, prepared to roll once more, but he stops me with a press of his hand into my back.
“Slowly,” he reminds me, then I feel his lips gliding along my skin, from the bottom of one shoulder blade, across my spine, and over to the other shoulder, blazing a path of tingles where the ribbon had been.
Twice more, he manages to roll me, letting me get repositioned on the bed so I don’t tumble off, but he makes me go ever so slowly. His kisses move along my skin like whispered promises. While they are nothing more than the softest of kisses, I’m incredibly turned on by his ministrations.