Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” she breathed, looking out over the amazing view of the large lake below the cliffs and the houses that dotted the adjoining cliffs all around it. It was all breathtaking.
“Not bad, huh?”
“No, not at all,” she replied with a smile.
They stepped back inside and she looked around a bit more at the room. It was like a huge studio apartment with his sleeping area in this corner, but another corner that looked like the reading alcove in a library, with copious amounts of books, a worktable, sofa and two chairs. Yet another corner seemed to be a sterner office area and the last was enclosed, she assumed it was a bathroom.
She became aware of his arms encircling her waist, pulling her back to him as he began to kiss his way down the back of her neck and along her shoulders. An almost involuntarily moan escaped her lips as she enjoyed the way he felt against her skin. He pulled her more closely to him; she could tell she was influencing him too from the way his erection pulsated and grew against her ass.
“Is this okay, Leslie?” he breathed against her skin.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Turning her around, he kissed her again. This time, he was much more eager, drinking her into his own mouth as he tasted and teased her. His hands slipped down her waist and grasped her cheeks, pulling her into him as his erection seemed to already be at rock-hard attention, pushing into her stomach due to their difference in height. She should stop this. She knew she shouldn’t get too attached to him. That’s what her brain kept saying, but every other part of her body just told it to fuck off and mind its own business.
She wanted this. She needed this. All she wanted was to forget she was a runaway wife with three kids and pretend she was something else for a bit. She wanted to be just a woman who was getting laid by a very handsome older man. Ignoring her better judgement, she put all her reservations aside and allowed whatever was happening to them just happen.
CHAPTER TWELVE
His touch was soft, gentle - nothing like she had expected from such a powerful shifter. Nothing about Tucker gave the impression that he was anything but rough and rugged - until now. His caresses told a different story. His lips were soft against her skin, in contrast to the roughness of his hands. It was the best of both worlds, the feel of an animal with the passion of an old lover, the kind you had known for centuries beyond this lifetime and would know again in the next one.
His kisses reigned fire down into her soul, fueling her passion. It was as if this was somehow meant to be and it brought up such emotion that she couldn’t help but already feel a certain sadness that it would never truly become more than just what it was in this moment in time. Pushing that away, she allowed herself to enjoy the way he made her feel, her core on fire with an equal passion as his lips caressed her skin, drifting down across her neck and across her breasts.
Slowly, his tongue circled her nipples as his rough hands kneaded to soft, full globes. It was intoxicating. She’d not been touched like this in so long. She’d not wanted to be touched at all for quite some time. That was her past and this was her present. She felt some relief to know that it held some promise for her future that she could feel so deeply. Her contract here would end and, for the first time, she felt she might be able to find happiness again.
His hand slipped downward, finding her center with his fingers. She was soaked, her body already reacting to his touch. He rolled the tips of two fingers through her wetness, dragging it upward to lubricate her clit and slowly stroking her small pink nubbin to a hardened button that cried out for release. She squirmed and moaned beneath him.
“Please, you are driving me mad,” she said.
“Good,” was his only verbal response.
His physical response, however, was loud and clear as he continued to dance his fingers back and forth across her clit until her legs jerked with involuntary excitement and she was reduced to loud moans and sharp intakes of breath.
She couldn’t get enough of him. He lingered, taking his time to torment her and that was only the warmup. She was tired and she was getting sore, but she didn’t want it to end. She had no desire to sleep. All she could think of was how delicious it was to ache like this.
“I want you inside of me,” she begged, and this time, he listened, removing the fingers that had already brought her to multiple orgasms and repositioning himself on top of her.