Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
He gets up without asking why and stands in front of me as I swivel my chair away from the table. For a moment, looking up into those unbelievably blue eyes, it’s difficult to remember why I asked him over in the first place. I realize, too, with a hot flush across my chest, that my face is currently dangerously close to his crotch. I stand up hurriedly. Is that a smirk I detect flickering across his lips?
Slowly, I lean in close to him, before my fingers gently rest on his collar. I can feel his heart beating steadily below my hands. “Is this bothering you?” I ask.
“You being so close? Not at all,” he breathes.
I giggle, shaking my head. “Not me,” I say. “The collar. You were tugging at it.”
“It’s not the most comfortable,” he confesses.
“Let me take a look at it.”
He raises an eyebrow, but before I can offer further explanation, he’s unbuttoning his shirt. When he takes it off, it takes all my willpower not to stagger back. He’s even more muscular than I realized, all bronze skin and gloriously defined abs. I’ve never been this close to a halfway-naked man who takes such good care of his body, and I feel my heart lurch its way into my throat. My fingers are desperate to trace his muscles, and to feel his skin against my own.
Instead, I swallow, hard, and take the proffered shirt.
“This is good quality,” I say, rubbing the fabric between my fingertips, “but obviously not the right fit for you.”
“Are you a tailor, too?” he asks.
I grin. “I make all my costumes that I wear onstage. I’ve been sewing since I was little because my Grandma Carrie taught me.” I survey his frame like a professional tailor. “Let me make your next suit for you. This probably was too tight across the shoulders, right? And this could be adjusted down the back. Speaking of which …”
Before I can chicken out, I kneel in front of him. He looks down at me, and I watch the muscles in his jaw work. I brush my fingers close to his inner thigh. “You’re not hanging right in your pants,” I say, my voice sounding oddly strained. It’s hard to hear myself; all I can focus on is the thunder of my heart in my ears growing faster and faster.
“Is that so?” he growls, his voice far lower than usual.
Holding my breath, I move my hand until, hardly believing my own boldness, I’m delicately tracing the growing bulge in his pants.
I look up at him, and any restraint is gone.
Matt hauls me to my feet in one fluid motion and crushes his mouth to mine. His lips are full, perfect for kissing, and immediately make me dizzy with need. I wrap my arms around him and gasp when he does the same--his arms are so muscular, so strong. I relax into his embrace even as our kisses grow more frantic. He wraps my curls around his hand, gently holding my head steady, and I nearly whimper into his mouth. I’m a dominant woman in the streets, but who can resist an alpha male in the sheets?
He trails kisses down my neck, nipping gently at my collarbone. “Take off your shirt,” he murmurs against my skin, and I’m all too happy to oblige. I remember with a jolt that I’m just wearing an old sports bra--not exactly my first choice of sexy lingerie. “Take that off, too,” he says, and I realize that it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing because it will all be on the floor soon.
As soon as my ample breasts are exposed, he cups them in his hands and moans. “Goddamn,” he breathes, rubbing his thumbs gently over my sensitive nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jenna.” He skims his hands down the hourglass of my figure and then hooks his fingers in my shorts. With a raised brow, he asks permission. I give it with a desperate moan.
Matt pulls my shorts off in one fluid motion, tossing them to the floor. He grabs my ass in his hands, grinning at me like a kid in a candy store. Then, as he captures my mouth with his again, he smacks my ass, hard enough for me to yelp. Immediately, his hands are back, smoothing over the reddening skin, then moving up and down my back, exploring the rest of me. His touch is tender yet firm, and that of a man who knows exactly how to please a woman.
And, boy, am I eager to be pleased by this gorgeous, godlike alpha male.
When he slips off my panties, I begin unbuttoning his pants, eager to get a better look at the bulge I brushed earlier. He kicks off his pants and keeps kissing me, his tongue pushing past my lips. God, this man is a good kisser. Occasionally, when I least expect it, he sucks or nibbles on my bottom lip, sending vibrations through my innermost core. I do my best to keep up; the low moans he makes tell me that I’m doing a good job.