Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
“I guess it’s kinda pointless, trying to deny it,” she says, pressing her lips to my collarbone.
The kiss feels so casual, so affectionate, so natural.
It renders me fucking speechless.
“Right or wrong, this can’t continue. As soon as we get back to Seattle, this can’t happen again,” I grind out.
“Understood,” she whispers.
“Not ever,” I say firmly, mostly because my dick is taking a horrible amount of convincing right now. “Also, I appreciate you saying you’ll keep this discreet. I had no business complicating your life, yet the fact that you’re willing not to mess up mine more than it already is means a hell of a lot. Thank you.”
“It’s cool, I... I know,” she says, shifting in my arms.
I press my jaw against her hair.
Damn, her scent floods my nostrils again.
Coconut and sea salt and something quintessentially Destiny.
“But it’s fine, Shepherd. Really and truly. I don’t drag things out publicly, no matter how ugly it gets. I’m not Vanessa Dumas.”
No kidding.
I’m starting to believe her in a way I never did with Dumas.
The hand I have on her waist itches, hounding me to explore more of her.
There are so many dips and curves, so many virgin places I haven’t mapped yet with my mouth.
Last time was too fast, too explosive, all animalistic need and primal itches.
Since we’re not back in Seattle yet, there’s time.
I want her again and this time I’ll devour her as fast as I damn well please.
She wiggles closer, twining her legs with mine. It’s like she can read my mind.
Her knee brushes my hard-on, and then there’s no hiding it.
“Destiny, fuck.”
What else can I say?
She knows I’m as hard as diamond.
What man wouldn’t be with a blonde angel wrapped around him?
An angel he has roughly one more day with to squeeze an entire lifetime of crazy sex into.
She grins, twisting so she looks up at me.
Her nipples are puckered already, brushing my chest.
It’s a heroic effort just keeping my eyes on her face.
“You know...” She taps a finger against my chest. “We’re not back in Seattle yet.”
“Damn right,” I agree, taking her mouth.
She gives back a moan, nudging my cock with her knee.
The wicked grin I feel against my lips is one of the most beautifully filthy things I’ve ever experienced.
“Something tells me you’re awfully attracted to me, Mr. Foster.”
“Start Mr. Fostering me and you’ll find out just how awful I can be,” I growl back, twisting her words. “Besides, lady, if I wasn’t attracted to you, this never would have happened to begin with.”
I hover over her, pressing my cock against her clit, dangerously aware I don’t know where my pants are and I’m not even sure I have a second condom.
“What I mean is, you’re still attracted to me...”
“You think I wouldn’t be? You think one damn time got it out of my system? How can such a brilliant woman be so dumb?” I whisper, stroking her hair. “I’ve been awestruck since the minute you barked shit at me on Alki Point.”
She shifts her hips, her eyelids fluttering as her pussy grinds against my length, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Shepherd... I don’t think you’re picking up what I’m putting down.”
“No? Try me.” I shift my hand to her peach perfect ass. It’s even better naked than I thought it would be. I’ll be dreaming about that ass for years.
“So,” she says, kissing me hotly, her tongue in her mouth twisting against mine with filthy promises. “Why don’t we take an extra day before we head back? Make the most of the time we’re here since this has to end the second we’re back.”
Damn her, I’m a busy man.
But one more teasing flick of her tongue has me ready to clear my schedule for the next month just to keep playing caveman in paradise lost.
She’s that lithe and small and incandescent.
Without breaking the kiss, she squirms out from under me and climbs on top, spreading her legs and straddling me.
“Well?” she whispers, grabbing my cock and rubbing it against her pussy lips. “What do you say to one more day? And knowing I have an IUD?”
“One more damn day, Destiny. I—fuck!”
Every dirty dream I’ve ever had comes true the second her hot little pussy engulfs me.
She throws her head back like a dream, filling herself up, taking an unexpected control I need back before my nut hits far too soon.
It’s hard to hold back, knowing I’m going to flood her.
I’m barely human as I reach for her breasts, kneading and squeezing until her eyes flutter shut with pleasure.
“C-careful,” she says, her voice heavy, hazy with lust. “We don’t want to scare the otters.”
“Bull. You’re the one screaming, woman,” I growl, dropping a hand to her hips and quickening my rhythm.
“Don’t be difficult...” she whispers.
“Then don’t live in denial,” I tell her, driving deeper.