Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
The whimpering slipping past her lips and the feel of her fingers flexing against my head makes me want to stay here and please her forever. Holding the back of one of her thighs, I use my other hand to lift and hitch her leg over my shoulder. She opens beautifully, giving me a better ability to devour her like my mouth needs to.
I become aware of the growl from my own mouth just as her legs begin to quiver, her body on the cusp of release.
“Please,” she begs when I pull my mouth back marginally.
I smile against her skin and rotate my tongue over every delicate piece of flesh within reach. Adding two fingers into the mix has her grinding against my mouth like a woman so entangled in her pleasure she’s merely working on instinct, doing whatever it takes to meet the demands her body is making. I angle my fingers forward and hollow my cheeks as I suck her tiny bud in my mouth and inwardly pat myself on the back when her core grips my fingers hard and begins to pulse repeatedly.
I want to pull my mouth away and watch her fall apart, because I can already picture the look of pure erotic pleasure I know is on her face, but I don’t. I continue to suck and stroke her from the inside until she’s a languid, quivering mess in my arms.
I straighten from my crouch on the floor and carry her to the bed. She smiles from her sprawled out position on the bed as I slide my jeans off. I kick my boots off and shake the jeans off my legs, climbing over her the second the fabric is free from my body.
Resting on my elbows, I cup her face in my big hands. She reaches up and strokes my cheek as well. No words are spoken; they’re not needed at this moment. We’re saying everything we need to with our bodies. My heart is speaking to her through the touch of my hands and the softness of my lips on hers.
She opens her legs wider, pulling them up and wrapping them around my hips. I kiss her as I enter her, unable to withhold the contented sigh as her core wraps around me perfectly. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, I rock into her, only taking my eyes off of hers when they close as my mouth covers hers.
Her rapid breaths whisper across my face as she closes her eyes, and her back begins to arch. Soundlessly she falls over the edge as I watch her memorizing every inch of her face as it twists slightly, satisfied and replete. Seconds later I’m joining her in bliss.
“Em,” I whisper as her amazing body pulls the pleasure from mine.
Chapter 37
Emmalyn
Trepidation washes over my body when I wake alone in Diego’s huge bed. I pull the covers tighter to my body but remind myself that he told me he loved me last night. I’m not the best judge of character, and that’s clear from my prior choice in husband, but Diego doesn’t seem like the type of guy to use words he doesn’t mean just to get a woman in bed.
He didn’t have to chase me, but he did, twice. I hear a thump and register the sound of the shower for the first time. I grin slyly and crawl out of the bed. Not bothering with clothes I enter the bathroom and watch as he soaps up his legs.
“You like what you see?” he asks without looking up. I’m certain he can sense me, much the same way I’m sure I woke up because he was no longer beside me.
“Everything looks good from here,” I say still leaning against the doorjamb.
He straightens from washing his legs and looks toward me. “You look beautiful from here, but I know you’ll look even better in here with me.”
“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
I walk slowly toward the shower, taking in the amazing marble and tile that surrounds him. This bathroom is gorgeous and nothing compared to the simple bathrooms at the clubhouse. I love being in his space with him.
As soon as I’m within reach he’s grabbing me with wet hands and pulling me against his chest. He runs his nose down my neck and gooseflesh covers my entire body. This man is intoxicating, and my senses go berserk when I’m touching him, almost as if I short-circuit when he’s near.
“I hated waking up alone,” I say against his lips.
He pulls his head back and grins at my admission.
“Wake me up before you desert me next time.” He reaches up and runs a lone finger down my cheek.
“Why would you miss me? We spent the night in each other’s arms.” His eyes follow the caress of his hand as it makes it way over my shoulder and down my damp arm.