Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“For now, how about you kiss me again,” she said, looking up at him.
That he could do. He set her on her feet inside his bedroom, and his mouth was on hers before she could speak again.
He couldn’t wait to get her back to his place.
She didn’t know it, but he already had plans. He would give her a couple of months, but if this worked out, he wanted her safely installed in his condo where she would be waiting for him. She could go to college, have her life, but at night she would be all his. He would keep her safe from his world. Safe and close.
She would be his reward for everything he’d had to get through, payment for a job well done.
He dragged the sweatshirt up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and yes, those breasts were every bit as perfect as he’d imagined them. Beautifully formed, with tight nipples that he would get in his mouth soon enough. He let his hand cup one while he kissed her again, his tongue greedy for the taste of her.
Her hands found the bottom of his shirt, and he allowed her to pull it off him. This wasn’t going to be a long, slow D/s scene. They were both too hungry, but the way the snow was going, they would have plenty of time for that. This first time was about slaking a thirst.
Her hands roamed over his skin, and he looked down to find her staring at his chest. She traced some of his scars, but there was a fascination in her eyes that let him know she wasn’t deterred by them. But then she’d been around scars all her life. She was in his world but not ruined by it like he feared he’d been.
He found himself reaching up, holding her hand to his chest as though he couldn’t stand the thought of her not touching him.
And he couldn’t. He could get seriously addicted to being with her.
He lowered his head again, brushing his lips over her and letting himself go for the first time in forever. If he’d met her anywhere else, he wouldn’t have let her in. Being stuck here with her had forced him to watch her, to get to know her in a way he hadn’t with any other woman in his life.
He palmed one breast and released her hand so he could draw her in closer. Her skin was soft as any silk, and he loved the way her nipple peaked against his hand. He kissed her while he played with that nipple, twisting lightly and making her squirm against his cock.
Her hand traced a path down his chest toward the waistband of his pants.
If she touched him, he might go off like a rocket, and he wasn’t about to let that happen. He needed to take care of her first. He moved away, twisting her around so her backside was nestled against his cock. He let his fingers slip inside her pants, moving under her panties to ease toward her clitoris. “Move with me. Show me what you need.”
Her arm came back around, hand cupping the nape of his neck as she pressed her hips up and his fingers slipped over her clitoris.
She gasped, and her head dropped back against his shoulder.
“Tell me how that feels.” He wanted to hear her voice. She was already so wet. His fingers slipped easily between her labia and back to her clit.
“It feels so good.” Her hips rolled again.
He brought his free hand up to cup her breast again as he allowed his mouth to play along her neck. He nipped at her ear and she whimpered, a sexy sound. “Was that too much?”
Her head shook. “I want more.”
He was ready to give it to her.
Chapter Four
Taylor hadn’t known she could get this hot for a man. Up until this moment sex had been pleasant, fun, even, but this was beyond anything she’d experienced before.
Her body felt like it was on fire in the absolute best way. Electric. That was how she felt. Like she was a live wire waiting to go off.
He surrounded her, his arms the sweetest of cages. He had the most beautiful chest. The scars she’d found there only enhanced how lovely he was, even the latest one that was still healing. Over the last couple of days she’d figured out he wasn’t some desk jockey who made decisions without ever having been in the field. He was a serious operative, and he’d obviously risked his life more than once.
The fact that he was now focusing all that energy her way was not lost on her.
“I want you to come for me and then I’m going to make you come again,” he said against her ear. “We’re not playing tonight, but we will. Tonight is about pleasure. Tomorrow morning, we’ll talk and see if we can come to terms.”