Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Worse,” she says, batting her eyes. “Sometimes I think you’re just too good to be true.”
Goddamn, how is this my life now?
How is this my woman?
I bring her closer, lifting her up—after that, how can I not?—and carry her inside, shutting the door behind us.
Her lips brush mine the second we’re inside and I bask in her heated look.
“Since the boy’s down for the night... I have ideas,” she whispers.
I glance at the corner. Andy snoozes in the dog bed by the crackling fireplace, exhausted from his first international trip in ages.
I wondered if he’d hold up okay, but when the vet cleared it with some extra allergy meds, we couldn’t leave him. He spent the day mapping Venice with his nose and scattering birds in damn near every park.
“What ideas?” I growl, smiling as I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue.
She parts her mouth, and our tongues meet deliciously.
Tonight, she tastes like spun silk, creamy and incredible and no matter how greedily I drink her in, it’s never enough to leave me sated.
My cock jerks in my pants.
Her arms slide down my neck to my shirt, and she goes to work on the buttons, popping one at a time.
Soon, I’m tumbling her onto the bed with my shirt hanging open, every bit the starving beast I’m sure I resemble.
She sits on her knees, her small hands pulling my shirt open more.
Then she pushes a hand down my chest, stroking a slow, neat line to my slacks. The button above the zipper opens.
I’m fucking steel as the zipper follows and my pants drop.
The way she sucks at her bottom lip cuts me open.
“Piper, fuck,” I whisper, moving my hand over hers.
She traces the edge of my boxers with her fingertip and hooks her thumbs just inside the waistband.
Almost heaven.
Almost.
I let out a sigh, fighting the imminent feeling of her lips wrapped around me.
“Not yet,” I grind out, grabbing her hand.
“No?” She stares up at me.
When she stops moving, my hands roam her sides. I grab fistfuls of the cotton sundress hanging off her and hoist it over her head.
She’s bare underneath like I know she’s been since dinner.
No bra.
No panties.
No shame.
Just Piper at her sexiest, and my eyes burn like coals when I see her naked glory.
“It’s a crime,” I whisper, my eyes searching hers. “How can you be this fucking stunning?”
“If it’s a crime...” she whispers shyly. “Maybe you should stop me.”
Gladly.
I run my hand from her collarbone down the gap between her breast, over her abdomen and belly button to her waist.
“You had every man in the city staring today. I almost caused an international incident a few times,” I tell her.
“So jealous.” She giggles, but her eyes smolder, too serious to ignore.
“Do you know what you do to me?” I demand.
A rhetorical question I’ll soon answer in punishing strokes and snarling kisses.
I shove my boxers the rest of the way off and climb into bed with her, pushing her down until she’s flattened. My body eclipses hers in the soft orange light.
We break into another fit of kisses, of burning fingers, of flaring gasps and teeth hellbent on finding their mark.
Her little hand wraps around my cock and strokes my lust to new heights.
I respond, pushing my fingers deep inside her, teasing that spot on her wall that takes her to pieces, but holding back until she obeys.
“Ride my hand, Sunshine. Fucking go.”
She tries to hold back—the little minx—fighting me with her tongue sweeping up my throat.
And she marks me too, sucking at my neck, tempting me to flip her over and tan her lush little ass red.
But I need her to come for me first.
I need her undone.
I need her so wet and ready and helpless we’ll both be ruined when I slide into her.
So I wrap my free arm around her and pin her down, holding her against the mattress as I quicken my strokes, grinding my thumb against her clit.
Her moans sharpen, telling me I’ve done the job.
“Brock!” Her eyes pinch shut as she comes to the edge. “Brock, I just—”
“Hush. You just light the fuck up for me, Sunshine. Come.”
The way her pussy tenses around my fingers is almost too much before she explodes, bucking back at my hand, grinding out her pleasure through clenched teeth.
This woman is so much more than stunning.
When she’s in rapture, she’s a fucking masterpiece.
I barely stop to let her breathe when it’s over, pulling her body over mine after I’m flat on the bed. I drape her small limbs over me, loving her weight and the sweat-slicked heat of her skin.
Tangling her hair in my fist, I tilt her head back, just enough to fuse her mouth with mine.
“Legs open,” I whisper as I break away. “Follow me.”
And she does as I grab my cock and slowly push inside her.