Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
We’re almost at the porch when a loud crack of thunder shakes the earth, and the sky opens up. Torrents of rain come down with such force that I’m not sure why I went into the lake to wash off. We race up the porch steps and under the cover as the storm really starts raging.
“Oh, thank god. We made it back here in time. It’ll probably last an hour, but it’ll be wicked. It’s the humidity. It was killer the past few days.”
Leon strides past me and goes to open the door but then turns back to me. I raise a brow in confusion. “It’s locked.”
“What?” I drop all the clothes and the hand and try the door. Sure as shit, it’s locked, and the keys I have are inside my bag, which is inside the cabin. “Oh my god, I must have twisted the button on the handle by accident when I came out. Out of habit or something. Shit.” I chew on my bottom lip while Leon’s eyes rake over my half-naked body. The heat of his gaze scorches me on the spot, and I’m no longer worried about the storm. “I can get in through a window later. We’ll pry the screen off. It’s not that hard.”
“Later?”
“Yeah,” I pant, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around Leon’s jacked waist. My voice is thick as soup. “Later.”
He grasps my hips and hauls me up, walking us both back until my back hits the cabin. The wood is kind of rough, but he cushions me with one hand behind my head, keeping me from chafing against it. At this point, I’d happily sign up for a few slivers in my hide if it means we keep doing this—this being kissing the hell out of each other.
I’m his air, and he’s mine. His lips are working their magic, and my hips are pumping against him, working my aching clit against the bulge in his boxers. It’s not enough. I’m greedy, and I’m soaked—spoiler alert, it’s not the lake who’s the culprit—and the friction I’m getting is nowhere near enough.
“Touch me,” I pant. “Get my top off or out of the way. Grab my breasts. Put them in your mouth. Please. Leon. Now.”
His hand gets the top undone, and it falls away, baring my breasts to him. My nipples are puckered, and it’s funny that I never thought I had a lot of feeling in them before because when Leon’s mouth descends on one, suckling the bud, I nearly scream. Oh yeah, that’s feeling alright.
He’s so hard that I can feel him throbbing through the wet, clinging fabric that I’d very much like to tear off him. I put my hand between us, cupping him and curling my fingers around his length. He hisses against my breath. My god, I need to get this man naked. Naked and inside me would be even better. I keep stroking him, and he keeps licking and suckling my breasts and the valley between them.
I need this. I need this so much more than I just need the basic act of sex. I need this with Leon because he’s special. I’ve known it for a long time. It’s more than me wanting to make him feel good. I want to give him this like a promise. A promise he doesn’t want because he already warned me about the commitment and boss thing and the fact that we’re basically strangers, but I’d like it to be a promise of something more. Something amazing. It’s not about deserving it. I just want it to be good because it can be good, and between us, I think there’s something that could be monumental and life-changing for both of us. It’s not just sex. It’s like transcending into another universe where there are happy full moons, raging storms, glittery unicorns, magical orgasms, and two people who are lonely but get each other so that they’re not lonely anymore.
His hands are everywhere, and somehow he’s still holding me up against the cabin. I love the feel of his skin against my bare skin. I love the way the storm is raging right behind us, and I love the storm raging like crazy inside me. I love it even more when Leon lets me down gently and gets on his knees, licking a trail of fire from my belly button all the way down between my legs. The whistling wind hits everywhere his tongue has just been, raising delicious goosebumps on my skin.
“Sometimes, I, uh…I’ve touched myself and thought about you. Not like a lot and just within the past few months.” I seriously sometimes wish I didn’t say the things that come into my brain.
Leon’s head jerks up. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” My face is probably crimson. “Is that bad, or is it hot?”