Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Her purse gets tossed on the table in the combo dining/living area before she steps out of her heels. My mouth turns cottony when her fingers slide through the long mass of her silky hair, and she arches her back before meeting my eyes. A sly smile tips the corners of her lips.
“Who’s trying to drive who crazy now?” I ask, surprised by the rasp that fills my voice.
Her smile morphs into more of a mischievous grin. “Only trying to do us both a favor and hasten things along.”
The sultriness of her response has my cock stirring in my jeans.
She reaches around and fiddles with the clasp on her silver necklace before setting it down on the table next to the glittery little purse that matches the dress. The dangly earrings soon follow.
She gives me the long line of her back before glancing over her shoulder until our gazes collide. “Help me with the zipper?”
A groan rumbles up from deep within my chest as I eat up the distance between us. “Yeah.”
My fingers shake as I sweep the thick length of her hair to the side before wrapping them around the tiny silver zipper and slowly dragging it downward. The grind of metal teeth is all that can be heard in the shadowy silence of the apartment. Air gets clogged in my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. My greedy gaze licks over her freshly exposed skin the second it’s revealed.
It’s like unwrapping a much-anticipated gift on Christmas morning.
As I reach the middle of her spine, I realize that she isn’t wearing a bra. There’s nothing but smooth, unblemished flesh as far as the eye can see. By the time I reach the small of her back, I’m so fucking hard that I could punch a hole through the wall.
My hands tighten as I force myself to retreat. The urge to rip the tiny dress from her body pounds through me like a steady drumbeat until it’s the only thing I’m cognizant of. She must feel the thick tension that vibrates off me in suffocating waves as she steps away, just out of reach before throwing another sly look over her shoulder.
“Thanks.” Her voice is light and airy as if she’s completely unaffected.
Before I can pounce, she silently pads into the bedroom. I can’t help but track her every movement. There’s nowhere she could lead that I won’t follow.
It’s no longer a conscious choice on my part.
Maybe it never was.
As soon as I step over the threshold, she releases her hold on the sparkly material and lets it fall. The fabric slithers down her body before puddling at her bare feet, leaving her in nothing more than a sexy black thong.
“Truth or dare,” I rasp, teetering on the edge of insanity.
When she turns toward me, I’m treated to a full view of her body.
Fuck but she’s gorgeous.
As much as I want to keep my gaze pinned to hers, that’s impossible. My attention dips to her breasts. They’re high and tight with tiny, blush-colored nipples. My mouth waters for a taste. I want to lick and suck them.
“Dare,” she says, just like I knew she would.
“You want a little relief?”
Her pupils dilate as she notches her chin upward. “You know I do.”
“Okay.” I jerk my head toward the queen-sized bed. “I want you to use your vibrator in front of me.”
She stills as her expression freezes. “What?”
A slow smile lifts the corners of my lips as I wrestle back a tiny bit of control. Knocking Carina off balance has always been a pleasure. “You heard me the first time. I want to watch you come.”
“You…don’t want to have sex?” Confusion bleeds into her tone.
“Of course I do, but not just yet.” I need to draw this out as long as possible. What I’m most afraid of is that she’ll cut everything off between us as soon as I pull out.
That’s not something I can allow to happen.
She releases a steady breath. A mixture of emotions flash across her face. She’s so damn expressive.
I love it.
Love when I force her to think and feel.
“I’ve never done that in front of anyone else before,” she says cautiously.
Good.
“There’s a first time for everything, right?”
Carina gnaws her lower lip before her gaze resettles on mine. “Fine.”
Straightening her shoulders, she beelines for the nightstand before tugging on the slender drawer and taking out a small black case. Once it’s been popped open, she plucks out a slim, tube-like device that’s a couple inches in length with a rounded head. Then she settles on the mattress before reclining against the stack of pillows.
Her gaze stays locked on mine the entire time. For just a moment or two, we hang in silent suspension.
Barely am I breathing.
My gaze slides down her body to the part of her that’s still covered by a thin scrap of black satin.