Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Fire blazes in her gaze and she launches forward, kissing me in a frenzy as she lifts herself up so she can tug down my zipper. She pushes the denim down only enough that she can successfully slip her hand down into my boxer briefs, to cup and fist me, pumping up and down as if I’m not about to die from the feel of her hand gripping me.
A “Fuck” falls from my lips just before she pumps again, tightening her fist, working her hand up and down on me. Our tongues tangle and then I feel myself about to break. I yank her hand away a bit roughly and she looks at me crestfallen, like I could possibly find fault with anything she’s doing right now. No.
“Did I—”
“I need to get a condom.”
Lightning quick, she recovers from her worry. With a timid smile, she nods toward the side table. “I put some in a decorative bowl over there. I bought four different kinds.”
She’s not kidding. She must have run down to the corner store and swept every condom off the shelf and into her basket. Then she thought to display them in a cute ceramic dish like she was serving up some peanuts.
I almost laugh. “Just grab one.”
She leans over to root through the bowl, and I’m a bastard for staring between her legs, at that black thong that’s not doing a damn thing to cover her up anymore. I reach my hand out and stroke her inner thigh, just below that sweet spot. She freezes and then goes slack, arching her back ever so gently to let me know she likes what I’m doing. She wants more and I oblige, teasing my hand higher, running my palm up and down her soft skin. Each time, I go a little farther, but never quite to where she needs. I know she’s in agony, but I’m in no hurry.
The view of her perched on her hands and knees on her couch is something I’d like to burn into my memory. I could die right now and feel confident that I’ve seen all I need to see.
To hell with the panties. I tug them down to her knees.
“Hudson.”
Her chiding tone is half-hearted. She wants this. I take her all in while she shimmies her hips impatiently. Just when I think she can’t take another second of being on display like that, I lean over and bury my face between her legs without warning. It’s the most tantalizing angle. I can taste all of her, feel all of her. She cries my name like I’m torturing her, and that’s before I slide my middle finger inside her.
I feel like a bastard taking from her like this, demanding she arch even more, flare her hips, let me stroke her. I know she’s overly sensitive. I know she just came, but I also know how easy it’ll be to make her come again. Scarlett doesn’t stand a chance when I add another finger and start pumping in and out. There’s nothing sexier than the way she feels pressed up against my face. The taste of her on my lips. Her scent.
I feel that second wave of pleasure crash over her and I’m relentless, cruel, on the verge of feeling dangerously out of control.
“God.” She breathes the word out over a long, excruciating exhale, like she’s just been wrung out to dry.
When she’s capable of speaking in full sentences again, she turns back to look at me over her shoulder. She’s flushed. Her eyes are wide and glassy. “Two? TWO? Jasper used to complain about how long it took for me to…”
Something in my expression makes her sentence drift off.
Jasper.
“I hate him. Don’t bring him up again unless you want to hear his name on the six o’clock news.”
She laughs, and it must be nice to be able to laugh at a time like this. I’m in physical PAIN over here. I’m one feather-light touch away from coming in my fucking pants like a fourteen-year-old in his mom’s basement.
Scarlett’s at the condom bowl again. What’s she going to do with that thing after I’m gone? Put it on her nightstand?
She picks one at random. It might not fit.
“Hand it to me.”
“I just about have it.”
Burning up with impatience, I rip the condom wrapper out of her hands and have it out of the foil and rolled down onto my length in record time.
She smiles, impressed.
Then she glances down and swallows.
“Right. Maybe I should lie down on the couch and we’ll take it slow…or…”
I want to laugh again. She looks genuinely concerned.
“Just come over here, will you?”
She kicks off her panties and then climbs back on top of me. This time, she holds herself up on her knees. My hand goes to her waist and I hold her steady, lowering her gently as her eyes widen.