Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
So rather than hurry to climb in bed, I brace my hands on my hips and let her get her fill of me.
“Wow,” she whispers, and my cock immediately responds. I’ve been semi-hard for hours, but now, with the way she’s watching me, it’s at full alert. “You should probably get into the bed. It’s nice and warm.”
I don’t have to be told twice.
Joy peels the covers back in invitation, and I slide between the sheets, cover myself to my stomach, and reach for my own mug.
This isn’t how I pictured it when I thought of bringing her back here. No, that scenario had me already inside of her, making us both crazy with lust.
But I have to admit, I don’t mind it. I don’t mind it at all.
“This is delicious,” she says, watching me over the rim of the red mug. Her gaze falls to my throat when I swallow some of my own hot chocolate.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She glances down, but I reach over and tip her chin up and toward me.
“What is it?”
“Your throat is sexy when you swallow.” She licks her lips as if she’s embarrassed that she said it out loud, and I just smile at her.
“Why?”
“Because your Adam’s apple moves, and it’s muscular and…I just like it, that’s all.”
I set my mug aside, then reach for hers and do the same, and when I turn back to her, her eyes are round, but this time it’s with excitement, not uneasiness.
“Let’s try something, shall we?”
CHAPTER 6
JOY
“Try something?” Is that my voice, sounding all hoarse and full of desire? I didn’t even know that I could sound like that.
Of course, I’ve never been in John Wild’s bed before, either.
Without a word, John takes my hand in his, kisses my fingertips, and then presses them to his throat, right over his Adam’s apple.
“You can just touch me wherever you think you want to.”
I feel my eyebrows climb at that offer, and I have no plans to turn it down.
“Okay.” He swallows under my fingers, and it makes me grin. Feeling bolder, I rise up on my knees and brush my fingers through his dark hair, messing it up, before my hands journey down to his shoulders. “How are you tan in the winter?”
“That’s just my skin.” His lips have parted, and his breath is coming just a little faster, and that makes me feel confident and sexy as my hands roam over his chest, over his tight nipples, and then lower, over his sculpted stomach.
“I like this,” I murmur, pulling the blankets back so I can touch him lower on his abdomen. “Maybe I should have you roll over so I can do the same to your back.”
“Slowly killing me here,” he mutters through his clenched teeth. “In a good way, but I could die any minute.”
I grin and straddle him, push my fingers through his thick hair once more, and sigh when John wraps his arms around my middle, hugging me.
“This isn’t something I would normally do,” I confess quietly.
“Honestly? Me neither.” He kisses my chin. “How is it that just a couple of minutes after talking with you, I feel like I’ve known you forever?”
“You have known me forever,” I remind him. “But yeah, I get it. There was a click, right?”
“I felt it,” he says, nudging my face to the side with his nose so he can kiss my cheek. “What do you want now, Joy?”
I can’t freaking think when his lips are on me like this. And now, his hands are roaming over my back, over the shirt, and every nerve ending in my body is on high alert. I want him.
“You,” I reply, softly. His gaze meets mine, and I say with more conviction, “You, John. I want you.”
He grins, his eyes go hot, and then he’s lifting his shirt up my body.
“You know, I think I want this back,” he says.
“Thanks for the loan.” I lift my arms, helping him to get it off of me, and then he tosses it to the side, and his eyes roam over me, heating me up under his scrutiny. “Jesus Christ.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that good or bad?”
“That’s really fucking good.” Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me with all he’s got. He licks and bites, and I give it back to him as good as I get.
I find myself rocking against his hardness, moving back and forth over the hardness pressing against me, and it’s already working me up into a fever.
“Damn,” he whispers, reaching between us so he can wiggle a finger under the band of my underwear and feel me. “Shit, you’re wet.”
“And you’re hard.” I rock again, making us both moan. “Never wanted anything more than you.”
He shifts our position, easily lifting me and moving me exactly where he wants me, which is hot as hell. He tugs his boxers off, then catches his finger in my underwear and slowly pulls them down my legs.