Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
As soon as my lips brush hers, I’m drowning in longing. It’s even worse than in the parking lot. I’m instantly hard and aching and desperate to erase every bit of distance between us.
No matter how much I’ll regret it tomorrow.
Chapter Three
WREN
For a second, I think he’s going to push me away.
But then it’s like a dam bursts inside of him and all the built-up pressure comes rushing out. He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue stroking against mine with a heat that takes my breath away as he strips off his coat and then whips mine off my shoulders and onto the floor.
A beat later his hands are at my waist, lifting me up into the air. I wrap my legs around his hips, moaning as I feel how hard he already is behind his fly. He slams the door shut behind him and moves just far enough inside to pin me against the wall beside my entry table, his hands roaming over my body in a way that makes me feel like I’ve been struck by lightning.
Sexy, delicious, incredible lightning…
I drag in a breath to urge him toward the bedroom, but then I’m suddenly back on my feet and he’s shoving my short skirt up around my waist as he drags my panties to the carpet.
Before I can say “well that escalated quickly” or come to terms with the fact that the man I’ve crushed on for over half my life—the one I was certain would never notice me as anything but his loyal nurse—is on his knees for me, Barrett’s tongue is gliding over my clit.
And holy hell is he good at this.
Almost too good.
I’m at the edge in seconds, my hands flying to his hair as I gasp, “Oh my God, Barrett. Oh my God.”
“So good, you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs as he teases me, tastes me. He’s soft, gentle at first, ramping up my longing, making me arch forward, desperate for a deeper connection with his mouth. He takes the hint and increases the pressure, sucking and nibbling on my clit, driving me wild.
I drive my fingers through his thick hair, pulling him even closer, shamelessly grinding into his mouth as I lean back against the wall, my shoulders digging into the hard plaster. It hurts a little, but I like it. The hint of pain assures me this isn’t another Barrett sex dream. This is the real deal. Barrett is really squeezing my hips and devouring my pussy. My lifetime crush is actually rumbling pissed-off sounding things about how fucking delicious I am and how no woman should taste this good before driving his tongue deep inside me and I am…in heaven.
“Better than heaven, so much better,” I babble as the room starts to spin and my nipples tighten into aching points beneath my shirt.
He groans in seeming agreement against my slick flesh and that final tickle of vibration is enough to set me off. I shudder against his mouth, coming with a stream of words I can’t understand.
I’m beyond language, beyond thought, beyond anything but hunger and bliss and the determination not to let Barrett’s body out of my reach ever again.
“More. You,” I pant against his lips as he surges to his feet, kissing me hard. I taste my own tang and salt on his tongue, making me even more eager to have him inside me. “I’m on the pill and no STIs. No condom. I hate them.” I fumble with the close of his jeans as he gives the top of my shirt a sharp tug.
My breasts spill out of the top and he falls on them like a starving man. “Are you sure? I’m STI free but I have a condom in my wallet.”
“No, no condom,” I say, biting my lip as he licks and sucks my nipples, making me squirm against the wall. “I want your skin. I want you bare inside me. Condoms make everything dry and bad.”
And if we’re only going to do this once, I don’t want it to be dry or bad or to have anything between Barrett and me except skin and heat.
“I don’t think lubrication is going to be a problem,” he murmurs against my breast as his fingers glide into where I’m still swollen from the first time that he made me come. He curses in a deep rumble that intensifies the ache between my hips. “You’re so wet. Fuck, Wren.”
“Yes, please. I’m so ready for you. Inside. Please,” I say, whimpering as he nibbles at my sensitive nipple again, making the hunger for him almost painful. I fumble for the close of his pants a second time, but he’s already unbuckling and shoving both his pants and boxers down around his hips.
I find his erection and exhale a carnal sigh of anticipation, appreciation. He’s long and thick and burning with need for me. He feels almost feverish, but I know I can make it all better.