Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
She might be happy if they could break through the walls.
He gripped her ankles and dragged her down the table so her pussy was right on the edge. He spread her ankles wide, and she was utterly vulnerable to him.
The table seemed to be at the perfect height. Beck dropped to his knees and she watched as he breathed in her scent. The decadent look on his face made her breath catch. Then he leaned down and licked her, and then she wasn’t breathing at all. Then her eyes were rolling back and her whole body focused on one thing, that soft feeling at her core.
Beck’s tongue worked her over, spearing her again and again. She could feel a pleasant ache where he’d spanked her. The ache coupled with the soft stroke of his tongue, drowning her in sensation. He pushed her higher and higher as he settled his mouth over her clit, and that big finger pressed inside her pussy. She brought her head up so she could see him. His eyes were staring right at her, connecting them and tearing down any shield that might have protected her from him.
This was how sex had always been between them. They couldn’t hold back, couldn’t pretend there was anything but need between them—a need only the other could fill.
She held his gaze and gave him everything as he stroked inside and his tongue laved her clit in the perfect rhythm. She wanted the moment to last, to stay in this place forever, but she finally couldn’t hold out a second longer.
The orgasm rushed over her and her whole body tightened and released, relief flooding through her.
Her head fell back as Beck gave her one last lick and rose to his feet. She watched as he moved between her legs and knew it was his time.
She forced herself to sit up and open her arms.
* * * *
Beck’s whole body was alive for the first time in years. It didn’t matter what he’d told her. Fucking Kim Solomon was making love. It always was. Every single time. Even when they came together in anger, it was making love.
No other woman in the world could make him feel the way she did. He could try to fool himself, but he knew deep down he’d never really let her go.
She came up off the table, moving gracefully and opening her arms to him. He reached for her, drawing her close and lowering his mouth down to hers. Kissing her felt so perfect, and he worried he wouldn’t be able to stop. It was good that they had hours and hours before Tag was scheduled to show up because it was going to take all that time to even begin to feed the hunger he felt for her.
He could still taste her. All these years later and he’d thought he could remember, but she tasted better than memory. Sweet and tangy. She coated his lips and tongue, and he would never get enough of her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he felt the heat of her pussy rubbing against his cock. He was surrounded by her, and it made him feel safer than he had in forever.
Even as he had the thought, he knew how dangerous it was. Kim was his kryptonite. She was the person who could lift him up, and she was the only one in the whole world who could drag him right back down to hell. He’d spent ten years on the wagon, but it looked like he was falling off tonight.
And every night until he had to give her up again.
His tongue plunged deep, dancing with hers. Over and over they stroked together, building his need higher than he’d thought he would ever go again.
Did he have to give her up? What if the problem the first time around was that he’d been too indulgent? He hadn’t insisted that she stay away from Levi. He’d listened to her when she said he was harmless. Maybe she’d learned her lesson now.
He let the thought float away. He was living this minute by minute. He wasn’t going to let himself think of some dreamy future with her.
Except he already had. He was damn good at fooling himself these days.
What wasn’t a trick was how wet she was. She was soaking wet, and it was all for him. He’d been the one to make her cry out his name as she came. He was the one who’d made her shake and shiver. The whole time he’d spanked her, he’d promised himself he wouldn’t stop until she’d cried. But this was what she’d needed. She needed this more than anything.
He thrust his hands in her hair, feeling the soft silk against his fingers. He’d missed all that honey. Her hair was long and thick, and he’d always loved to control her with it. They might be more formal this evening, but he’d always topped her in the bedroom. From that first night when he’d taken control and she’d screamed out his name, he’d been her dominant partner.