Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“No, that’s the one that does the trick.”
He clucks his tongue as he slowly unbuttons my shirt and parts it, revealing my simple white bra and breasts that I always thought were just a little too big.
“Why stop at one?” He unfastens the front clasp of my bra, and his eyes darken as he lowers his head and tugs one tight nipple between his teeth.
“Oh,” I breathe as my hips shimmy. His hands roam down to my waist, his fingers dipping under the waistline of my pants. Again, I reach for him.
“This is all about you,” he says as he kisses my hand once more.
“Well, I want to touch you.”
He flashes me a sexy, cocky smile and dips his head to kiss my stomach as he unfastens my pants. I lift my hips helpfully as he drags them down my legs before tossing them away.
“I’m practically naked,” I say, hissing when his fingers gently rub either side of my core at the tops of my inner thighs. “And you’re completely dressed.”
“Want me naked?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Then lie back like a good girl and let me have a little fun. Then, I’ll reward you.”
My eyes blink open in surprise as I stare at him. “Like a good girl?”
“That’s what I said.” He’s completely unconcerned as he dips his head and drags his tongue along the sensitive place where his fingers just were. So close to my core that I groan in anticipation. “I think we might have just found spot number two.”
He’s not wrong.
I moan again when Wolfe mirrors that move on the other side. When he finally parts my lips and drags his tongue up and down, I arch my back and come apart at the seams.
“And number three,” he murmurs before going back for more, pushing me higher and higher until it feels as if I might burst right out of my skin from the pleasure.
“Get.” I lick my dry lips. “Naked. Please.”
He presses wet kisses to the insides of my thighs and then boosts himself up to whip his shirt over his head before tossing it aside.
“Good God.” I push up onto my elbows and watch in fascination as his rock-hard abs move beneath his smooth skin as he works his pants over his hips, and his erection springs free. “Good God.”
“You said that already.” But his smile is satisfied when he covers me once again and takes my mouth with his, but not in a frenzied way.
He’s good to his word, continuing to take things slow and steady as if he’s not killing me softly with his hands and mouth.
“Oh, my God, Wolfe, I need you.”
He pauses in his exploration of a breast to look up at me. “Say it again.”
“Need you.”
“No, my name.”
I take his face in my hands and smile softly. “I need you, Wolfe.”
He fuses his lips to mine, the first signs of urgency finally breaking through as he nudges my legs aside and settles himself between them. I feel his dick, hard and heavy, against me as I lift my legs to wrap around his hips.
Yes, yes, yes.
Finally!
But rather than push inside, he stops and stares down at me.
“Shit.”
“What? If you stop now, I swear to God, Wolfe—”
“I don’t have a fucking condom, Luna.”
I blink and then shake my head. “I’m on the pill.”
He sighs. “I swear to you, I’m fine. We can stop and have this conversation if you want, but I assure you, I’m healthy.”
Without another word, I reach between us and take him firmly in my grasp, leading him to me.
I gasp as he pushes—so damn slowly—inside of me. When he’s seated as far as he can go, he shoves his fingers into my hair and sighs.
“Jesus, sweetheart, it’s as if you were made for me.”
I grin and tug his lower lip between my teeth, then kiss him. “Might have been.”
And with that, he starts to move. Long, easy strokes, taking his time in leading me to that glorious peak of warm sensation.
With a growl, he picks up the pace as if he can’t help himself. As if the finish line is so close that he can’t help but race just a little faster.
Every muscle in my body tightens as I’m thrown over the cliff into oblivion. I hear Wolfe groan as he pushes in one last time and stills as he follows me right over the ledge.
“Christ, you’ll kill me,” he whispers as he tries to catch his breath.
“You found at least six spots,” I inform him, still panting myself. “Maybe six and a half.”
“Come on, there were at least nine, sweetheart.”
“Nine?” I frown at him as he rolls to the side, taking his weight off me. “No way. I would have remembered nine.”
“It’s okay. I’ll find them all again. Just give me about ten minutes to recover, and I’ll remind you.”