Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 82824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
But Breaker's ice blue eyes raked over me like I was something of a wonder, something to be memorized, something he never wanted to forget.
So it didn't even occur to me to feel like I should hide that from him. Or even want to.
His hands slid up my thighs, over my hips, up my sides, then rested, spanning out on my rib cage, the bottoms of his thumbs brushing up against the undersides of my breasts.
His eyes went up to mine and held as his hands moved up and cupped my breasts, squeezing hard. My nipples hardened under his palms and my chest felt suddenly weighted, a heaviness there that I had never experienced before.
My brows drew together questioningly, but before he could even register the expression, he was moving. Knifing up from his position whilst slamming my back against the cushions of the couch and coming down on top of me, his lips taking possession of mine again.
My legs struggled underneath his, trying to break free. He brought a knee up between them, lifting some of his weight and I yanked my legs from under him and wrapped them around his back, pulling him down on me again. He made a grunting noise as his mouth lifted, running down the side of my neck, his beard burning across my skin as his teeth nipped into it.
And it was new.
Everything about what I was feeling was new. Foreign. But still somehow familiar. Like it had always been there, sleeping under the surface, waiting for someone to wake it up.
It was awake.
And it was consuming.
Like being on fire. That was what being with Breaker felt like... like I was burning, but blissfully sinking into the sensation, wanting to go deeper and deeper to see where I ended up, even if that meant in ashes.
Breaker's head tilted and moved down between my breasts, his beard tickling across my overly sensitive skin before his lips closed around my nipple and sucked hard. I arched off the couch, pushing myself further into his mouth, my hand slapping down on the back of his neck, holding him to me. Wanting, needing more.
His head pulled against my restraint but only to shift and take possession of my other nipple, sucking for a minute before nipping into it hard enough for me to yelp and jerk away.
To this, his head tilted to look up at me, a devilish smile playing at his lips.
He rested his weight on one of his forearms beside me, lifting slightly off my body to give him access. His head raised above mine, watching my face as his hand slid across my ribs, down my side, over my stomach. Then he paused, the smile coming back to his lips a split second before his hand flew between my thighs, stroking up my slick cleft.
My entire body jerked upward, my mouth opening to moan as my hand slapped down hard on his shoulder.
“Fuckin' drenched,” he growled, his finger sliding upward and finding my clit, circling it quickly.
No. Nothing had ever come close to this before.
This overwhelming sensation.
The feeling like I was going to explode and fall apart.
But not wanting to do anything but experience it.
My heart rate sped up. My pulse pounded hard in my throat and temples.
Then just as quickly as he touched me, he pulled his finger away, chuckling when I whimpered and ground my hips up toward him. He brought his hand up, taking his finger and slipping it into his mouth, tasting me.
I felt the blush heat my cheeks as I watched on helplessly, both embarrassed and too turned on to look away.
He made some sort of approving sound in his throat, pulling his finger out. “Remember what I said about getting my tongue in some pussy?” he asked, surprising me.
I did. I seemed to remember everything he said.
“That you do it if it's real sweet?” I half declared, half asked.
He nodded slightly. “You got a real sweet fuckin' pussy, doll,” he said, smiling again as he shifted his weight, leaned down, and trailed his tongue down the center of my belly.
My hand slipped into his hair as he moved downward, his head tilting by my hip. Then his teeth dug into my inner thigh.
“Fuck,” I growled, my hands curling in his hair. Then his head shifted again and his tongue traced the path his finger had blazed earlier, not hesitating, not teasing, just sliding up and landing on the sweet spot, circling it with a light but firm pressure. “Oh my god...” I groaned, my hips rising up to meet him, my back arching off the cushions.
There was a tightening in my core, like a coil pulled too taut. My breath became ragged and shallow as his tongue drove me upward, closer and closer to something promising fireworks.
His lips went around my clit, sucking gently, making me buck beneath him.
And that's when I heard it. A ringing. And felt it. A vibrating. Against my calf. His cell was ringing.
I felt the desire being pulled back slightly, opening my eyes to look down at him. But he was either oblivious to it or simply ignoring it, his lips releasing the sensitive point and his tongue continuing its torture. His hand slid beneath him and I felt his finger pulsing at my entrance before quickly pushing in to the hilt.
“Breaker...” I moaned, both my hands clutching at his head.
There was a brief silence of his cell before it began ringing again.
“Fuck,” he growled, lifting his head off of me, letting his eyes rise to mine. “Sorry, baby... gotta take this,” he said, his finger sliding out of me as he moved to sit by my feet and pull his cell out of his pocket.
Almost as a second thought, I pressed my thighs together, knees at an angle to one side. I pushed them closed firmly, feeling the insistent throbbing of unfulfilled desire settling in.
I was only half aware of Breaker as my system seemed to be on high alert, sending off sparks of energy through my nerve endings, making my body feel like it was jerking with the sensation.