Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Finally,” she muttered as she left.
“Sorry,” I said distractedly as I stared.
I’d seen Cian in his underwear before. Not often, but it had happened once in a while on accident. But he’d always slept fully dressed if I was in bed with him. We’d both known that if any clothes came off while we were fooling around, there would be no turning back.
My mouth watered as he bent over to take off his boot and socks, giving me a glimpse of the massive club tattoo on his back. He kicked off the jeans and straightened.
Cian was ripped. I’d known it, but seeing it up close was an entirely different experience.
He hadn’t always been muscular. When Cian had first come to the club, he’d been kind of scrawny. It hadn’t mattered. Back then, my teenage heart had fluttered at just the sight of his perfect smile.
I’d been lucky enough to get a front-row seat over the years as his body changed, though, his shoulders growing broader and his arms and thighs and ass thickening bit by bit until he’d transformed into the man above me. His body was perfect in every way. So perfect, in fact, that for a second I had an irrational fear that I was going to be disappointed the minute he took his boxers off.
“What’s that face?” he asked, pausing.
“What face?” I quickly changed my expression.
“You changin’ your mind?” he ground out, his fingers still on the waistband of his boxers.
“No,” I replied quickly. He was too far away. I shifted on the bed, bending my knee.
Cian swallowed hard as he stared.
It lasted so long that I began to get a little nervous. I was thin. It wasn’t something I worked at, it was just the genetics I was born with. I had the same body as my mom before she’d started having kids. Slim hips, a waist that dipped in barely on the sides, and small breasts. I could wear anything I wanted, which was a plus when I went shopping…but I wasn’t exactly a bombshell. There weren’t a ton of curves. I knew some guys were into a little more, well, more.
“Cian,” I murmured, my feet flexing as I slid my thighs a little closer together.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, shoving his boxers down his thighs.
My mouth dropped open a little as I took in the sight. There was nothing disappointing about Cian’s body.
I widened my legs as he climbed onto the bed, and he settled in between them like he’d been there a thousand times before, our bodies fitting like two pieces of a whole.
“After this, there’s no goin’ back,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me. “You know that, right?”
“No going back,” I agreed against his mouth, dragging my nails down his sides.
Leaning up, his eyes met mine as he smiled. A second later, his mouth was on my collarbone as his hands roamed over my breasts and ribs. As his kisses moved lower, so did his hands, and his fingers delicately traced patterns over my belly and hips until I was panting.
By the time his fingers slid between my legs, I was so sensitive that every muscle in my body pulled tight in an instant.
“Shh,” Cian soothed in my ear, biting the lobe delicately as his fingers played.
“I’m on birth control,” I whispered, tipping my head back as I rolled my hips against his hand. “I’ve been tested.”
“So have I,” he replied, thrusting two fingers inside me. “Haven’t been with anyone else in over a year.”
I let out a strangled groan, my nails digging into his back.
“You tellin’ me I can skip the condom?” Cian asked, pulling his face away from my neck to look me in the eyes. His fingers never stopped moving, every thrust making my body jolt with pleasure. “You gotta be clear on this, baby. I can grab one outta my wallet.”
“Isn’t this forever?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I lifted a hand to his cheek.
He turned his head to kiss my palm. “No goin’ back, remember?” His fingers thrust again, the ball of his thumb pressing firmly against my clit.
“No condom,” I gasped.
“Thank fuck,” he breathed. He pulled his fingers out and stuck them quickly into his mouth before wiping them across his chest as he got to his knees.
“No,” I complained, reaching for him.
“I need to watch,” he replied roughly, pulling me toward him.
I couldn’t catch my breath as he jerked my legs over his, spreading my thighs wide with his hands.
His cock was so close I could feel it brushing against me when he lifted his head and our eyes met.
“Ready?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he replied.
I didn’t have time to tell him I loved him because he thrust inside, and my orgasm hit me so hard that my entire body shook with it. I let out a noise I hadn’t even realized I could make.