Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
She tilted her head at him, smiled and when he spun his finger she turned slowly. His breath caught in his throat. The back was bare to the indentations just above her shapely butt. He loved her ass. The red stretchy fabric showcased that favorite part of her to its advantage. The material was just thin enough that he felt he could catch a glimpse of her skin beneath it, just the hint was there, that seam between her cheeks, the twin dents he loved to lick.
“You look beautiful.”
“It’s almost sheer,” she said, her voice shy. “I planned to have it lined, but I didn’t have anywhere to wear it so I never spent the money.”
He took her hand and pulled her from the room. She’d left her hair down, which she rarely did, and clouds of it surrounded her face and fell down her back in thick, dark waves. The dress sparkled under the lights. He had the mad desire to lean down and put his mouth right over her breast, to suckle right through the material. Before the night was over, he would do just that. He wanted to see one side wet and dark, a forbidden pleasure, maybe while she sat across from him at dinner.
He led her into the dining room to the small intimate table that had been set up for them. “You don’t need a slip under the dress. Not here. Not with me.” He bent to brush her mouth with his as he pulled out her chair. He stepped closer, preventing her from sliding into it. “You look provocative, Sonia. Sexy as hell.”
She smiled at him and lifted both hands to her hair, pushing it over her shoulders. The action lifted her breasts. “I was going for sexy.”
“You more than succeeded.” He stopped trying to resist and fastened his mouth around her left breast, both hands on her hips as he suckled strongly. He drew material and nipple into his mouth, soaking the fabric, teased with his teeth and tongue until she was squirming and giving him that little mew she sometimes did – the one that made his cock as hard as a rock. She didn’t try to pull away or tell him the dress was expensive. She cradled his head, one hand in his hair, fingers stroking little caresses through his scalp.
He lifted his head and surveyed his handiwork. “That should do.” He drew his finger down from her shoulder, over the curve of her breast to her nipple. “Mmm. Not quite.”
She raised an eyebrow and looked down at the wet spot that made the fabric totally sheer. “Not quite?”
“Hold still. I have one more thing to do before we eat.” He turned her slightly and put his mouth on the side of her breast. It was open from her waist to under her arm. He took his time, decorating the strip of bare skin with his mark, a string of strawberries that danced up her side right over the swell of her breast.
When he lifted his head a second time, she smiled at him. “Are you happy now?”
“I was happy the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m satisfied for the moment.” He stepped aside to allow her to sit.
Sonia slid into the chair’s seat, and he lit the candles, wanting the light to play over her. The ice had done wonders. He’d kept her in bed all night, and all the next day, icing her cheek, spoiling her, letting her rest. They’d lain in bed together, talking about the things he loved to listen to, things she was excited about, like her painting – not the men who wanted her dead. Her dark eyes were bright with happiness and he was glad he’d gone to the trouble of seeing to every detail, because he wanted to keep that look in her eyes. The food had been prepared and plated in the kitchen and he retrieved their entrées.
“Do you want wine? My leopard isn’t as thrilled when I drink.”
She shook her head. “Sparkling water is fine.”
Seated, he looked across at her. He’d never seen a woman so beautiful. More, one that suited him perfectly. She seemed to be made just for him. She loved everything he did in the bedroom. Everything he tried. She never protested. If she hesitated, he was careful to slow down and be as gentle as he could until she was less apprehensive. He found he loved sitting across from her, looking at her gorgeous body, knowing whatever he asked for, she would give him. Knowing he would do the same for her.
“Tell me about your mother,” he invited. He knew she loved her mother. It was in the softness of her face, her voice, whenever she spoke of her.
Instantly he got that smile. The way she smiled sent a slow molasses heat moving through his veins, setting him on fire, inch by inch.