Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
She arched her back, offering herself up to him. “Please.”
Bronte couldn’t contain her cries when he took each breast in his mouth in turn, biting, licking and sucking on her nipples until she was begging for release.
“Beautiful,” he groaned, tongue circling the tight, sensitive buds. “Beautiful Bronte, do you like this?”
Her shoes fell off and she dug her heels into his perfect ass, hearing him groan in response before his hips started rocking hers into the wall.
So close. So close.
“You need to come, don’t you, Mrs. Finn?”
“Please.”
“I’m the one begging now, darlin’. Let me take care of you.”
He took another hard pull from her nipple as his hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers unerringly finding her clit beneath her dress and pinching it between his thick fingers.
“What are you—oh my GoddamnWilliam!”
She felt him smiling, but his voice was barely recognizable. “I’m not stopping this time. Not until you beg me to. Not until I’ve squeezed the last scream out of you and you can’t remember what it’s like to be without me inside you.”
Bronte dipped her head to kiss him, sucking on his lower lip and sliding her tongue against his greedily. His masculine taste made her moan, and the two fingers that slipped inside her to rub that spot—oh fuck, that perfect spot—turned the moan into a shout as she came on his hand.
She was still quaking with it when he laid her on his bed, stripping her with swift, urgent movements.
“Again,” he said, lowering himself down beside her, fingers between her legs and mouth back at her breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, Bronte. So tight. I need you to be ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” she swore, lifting weak arms to try and drag him on top of her. “You’re the one who needs to get naked.”
“Not yet.” He closed his eyes when he added a third finger inside her, stretching her to her limit. “Once I start, I won’t be able to hold back. Not this first time. Not with you. You have to come for me first.”
“Again?” She tossed her head, a little defiant and a lot desperate. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and slipped her hand inside, caressing his abs. They tensed and flexed beneath her hand and she shivered, fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans. “I want you inside me, William.”
“I am inside you. Can’t you feel me?” The thick digits were thrusting harder inside her now and the heel of his hand was pressing against her clit. “Can’t you hear how wet you are for me?”
He swore under his breath. “Look at you bucking against my fingers and begging for more. Sexiest wife I’ve ever had.”
She gasped out a laugh. “The only one you’ve ever had, buddy.”
“My only.” He looked down at her breasts and licked his lips. “I want to be the only one to do a lot of things to this body. Things that you’ll blush about later. Things you’ll never forget.”
She cupped her breasts, lifting and pressing them together, feeling his cock digging into her hip impatiently in reaction. “I think I can guess a few of them.”
“You’re reading my mind, love.” He licked her nipples and sucked deep, his magic fingers throwing her over the edge again, making her scream.
“That’s right. You’re shouting my name, aren’t you, Nightingale? Only mine.”
He got to his feet and stripped, his eyes a wild, turbulent sea and his cheeks flushed with need.
For her.
Bronte looked down and swallowed another moan as he gripped the base of his thick shaft. He was beautiful. A marble statue come to life. The man didn’t have an ounce of wasted flesh on him, but what he did have was big. Bigger than she remembered after that one quick glimpse all those months ago.
“Like what you see?”
He was waiting, she realized. Asking permission like he had every step of the way, so she would know she was in control. Safe. In that moment she felt another door in her heart open wide. One she’d locked years ago and forgotten all about until now.
William had given her another gift.
With her throat tight, she leaned back on her elbows and let her thighs part seductively. “I’m not sure. I think you need to bring it closer.”
His smile, half knowing and half relieved was her reward. Then his hands were on her calves, tugging her toward the edge of the bed.
She let out an undignified yelp as her ass hit his thighs. “That works too.”
William lifted one of her legs to dangle over his arm, the other falling to the side weakly as he dragged the head of his erection through her arousal. “I’m healthy, Bronte. I haven’t been with anyone since you seduced me in those sexy dinosaur scrubs.”
Since they met? She was stunned, but too distracted by what he was doing to realize what he was really asking. “William?”