Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Need, raw and aching, bloomed through me as his lips slanted over mine again and again. Hard. Possessive. Crushing into mine.
Something in me was craving that lack of control.
It matched how I had been feeling since I’d stepped foot in his house.
Andres’s pelvis pressed into me, making it clear his desire matched my own even as his teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough for me to gasp.
He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, toying with mine, fanning those flames of the desire that threatened to burn me up entirely.
His hands were sliding down my arms then, slipping down my sides, over my ribs, then slipping under my shirt, teasing over the skin of my belly before closing over my breasts.
My lips ripped from his as my head fell back on a soft moan when his forefingers and thumbs found my nipples and started to do little rolls.
My own hands moved out again, slipping under his shirt, fingers tracing up the muscles of his stomach, feeling them tense under my touch.
My fingers grazed over the gun, cold against his heated skin, then moved upward to pull the velcro free that was holding the gun, then the strap that held the band across his chest.
The band fell, forgotten, and I reached out to place the gun on the counter that was probably meant for folding and ironing.
Done with that, my hands moved back under his shirt, getting the holster and gun off his waist, and putting those down as well.
My gaze slid to his for a second, basking in the heat I saw there. Then I was lowering myself down to my knees.
The fire in his eyes sparked brighter still, and I barely resisted a smirk when his lips fell open to find that my focus was on removing the gun and holster from his leg, and not his cock.
Pushing the gun and holster to the side, my hands went to the outer sides of his legs, moving upward, then sliding across his pelvis, then finally working his button and zipper free, and reaching inside to close my hand around his cock.
A thrill moved through me when my hand closed around him, making his whole body jerk, and his breath to exhale on a hiss.
But that was nothing compared to the savage curse that escaped him when my lips closed around him and sucked him deep.
His hand went down, curling into the back of my skull, hard enough that I knew there would be soreness later. And, somehow, that only made more desire unfurl in my system as I started to suck him off. Slow and teasing at first, but faster as his hips rocked him deeper into my mouth.
His fingers curled into my hair, holding on for a while, then yanking me back by it, making little shots of pain slice across my scalp, somehow only managing to make my sex clench hard in response as he yanked me back up to my feet by it, holding my head arched back by it, as his lips crashed down on mine once again.
His other hand was moving then, shoving down the front of my sleep shorts and panties, stroking up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it ruthlessly, his lips swallowing my whimpers and moans as the need built in my system.
“No,” I cried out just as I felt my walls tighten—that little precursor to sweet, sweet oblivion—and his hand slid out of my pants.
But his hands were all over then.
Yanking off my shirt.
Then my shorts.
My panties.
Leaving me stark naked before him.
A sight he took full advantage of, his gaze roaming over me. Like he wanted to memorize every curve.
I swear I felt each inch of me his eyes moved over warm under the inspection.
But then he was grabbing me, bending down to grab me under the knees, then taking my legs out from under me.
My hands shot out to his shoulders, a small gasp escaping me, before I felt my ass dropped down on the counter I’d just put his guns down on. The cold on my overheated body made a shiver course through me as A’s hand slid into his pocket, finding his wallet, then the condom buried inside.
Anticipation was a live wire in my system as he protected us, making every inch of me feel like it was sizzling, sparking, just waiting to be ignited.
Then it was.
As he surged inside of me, taking me hard and deep, making a surprised gasp escape me.
Buried deep, he paused, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, taking a slow, deep breath. Like he was trying to hold it together.
And, damn, the ego boost I got from making such a powerful man almost lose it.
My legs slid up, clamping down on the sides of his hips, shifting the position a bit, allowing me to rock up against him when he stubbornly stayed still inside of me.