Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Words like harder, faster echoed in his ears as Liza gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. All thoughts of gentleness and care fled, but she didn’t seem to mind. She wanted what he did, everything and anything they each had to give. Over and over, her hips rose to meet his, picking up his rhythm, accepting him as he plunged into her again and again, lost to the needs of their bodies and, Dare feared, his heart.
* * *
Liza woke up feeling much more like herself. She just wasn’t ready to face the world yet. Why would she want to when Dare’s warm body was curled around hers and her limbs were deliciously leaden from last night? Speaking of last night, he’d given to her, but today she wanted to return the favor, and since he seemed in no rush to jump out of bed, she assumed she had time.
She deliberately squirmed to let him know she was awake, and he rolled onto his back, exactly where she wanted him. She turned to face him, well aware of the fact that they were both completely naked. Was it any wonder she’d slept so well despite the uncertainty and problems in her life?
She pushed those thoughts aside for now. A little more time wasn’t too much to ask, was it? She braced her hand over his hair-roughened chest, and a groan rumbled through him.
“You’re up.”
“In more ways than one,” he said gruffly.
She laughed. “There is definitely something I can do about that,” she said, reaching over and cupping his erection in her hand.
He sucked in a deep breath. “You don’t—”
“Shh. I want to.” Liza needed to taste him, to give back, to do to him what he’d done to her last night.
She didn’t know how long they had together before her life ultimately imploded their relationship. And she didn’t kid herself any longer. This was a relationship. Probably the first real, genuine one she’d ever had, and she planned to savor it, even if it was short-lived.
She snaked her way down his body, taking in his musky, masculine scent until she was inches from his rigid erection. She licked the head, teasing him, taking in his salty taste before pulling him into her mouth completely.
He groaned and jerked his hips upward, pushing himself harder against her throat. She forced herself to relax, to take him deeper than she thought possible. His entire body shook, and she reveled in how out of control she made him, that he could react this way because of her. It only made her more aware of her feminine power. She wanted to take more of him into her mouth, to bring him higher and send him over that edge. And from the way he was thrusting into her mouth, he wasn’t all that far away, and she found it extremely arousing. Moisture pooled between her legs along with a pulsing that beat in time to the thrusts of his hips.
She curled her hand around his balls, running her fingertips over the heavy sacs.
“Liza, baby, that feels good.” The words sounded torn from him. “I’m close, sweetheart. Come here.”
She shook her head and continued to work him, gliding her tongue along the firm ridge and popping her lips over his wet head before going back in for more.
“Gonna come,” he warned her.
As if that would make her stop? She picked up her pace, and her own body throbbed in time to the rhythm they’d set. Unable to control herself, she reached down and began to rub herself with her fingertip, seeking the same relief she was giving him. Waves began to crest inside her immediately, and she circled her tiny nub harder, faster, the pressure building as quickly as his.
Dare’s hand came up to tangle in her hair, and he held on as she brought him to climax. He pumped his hips into her, and when he came with a shout, she followed, her orgasm blinding in its intensity, and she worked at swallowing every last drop while, at the same time, grinding her pelvis against her own hand.
She released him and collapsed on his thighs, his fingers still tangled in her hair as he held her close.
“Hell of a way to wake up,” he said at last.
She managed a laugh. “I thought so.”
“I’d offer to take care of you, but I realized you already handled that.”
“I’ve never…not in front of anyone before.” A warm flush rose to her cheeks. “Does it bother you?”
“I think it’s hot.”
She rolled her eyes. “You would.” She shook her head. “Men,” she muttered, and crawled back up to meet his gaze.
He pulled her into his arms and, to her surprise, into a long kiss. “Feeling better this morning?” he asked.
“Much. Thanks to you.”
He met her gaze, his hot stare lingering. “Can’t say I minded.”