Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Brodan looked up at me and grinned. “Soon, my love.” Then he eased his fingers from me, only to tug my underwear down my legs. I stepped out of them, my body trembling with need. Brodan surprised me by lifting my left leg over his shoulder. I gasped, grabbing onto his other shoulder for balance. He flashed me another wicked grin. “I think my Sunset needs a good licking before the main course, don’t you?”
I didn’t even know what noise I made, just that it was one of guttural agreement. My fingernails bit into his shoulder as I was held open to him, vulnerable and yet totally uninhibited. I wanted his mouth on me. It was imperative that it happened immediately.
“Is that a yes, my love?” He teased my clit with his thumb.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmured, undulating toward him.
His eyes flashed with triumph and then he bent his head between my thighs and licked me from entrance to clit.
“Uhhh,” I groaned, one hand sliding into his hair, my fingers curling into the soft strands as his tongue relished me. Need slammed through me, and I tried to move against his mouth. His fingers dug into my thigh, and I felt his groan in every nerve ending.
“Brodan,” I gasped.
He suckled my clit, pulling on it hard, and I panted as beautiful tension built deep inside. His tongue circled my clit and then slid down in a dirty, voracious lick before pushing inside me.
“Yes,” I cried, desperately thrusting against his mouth as I climbed higher and higher toward breaking apart completely.
Feeling my desperation, Brodan returned to my clit and gently pushed two fingers inside me. He fucked me slowly as he sucked on the bundle of nerves at my apex, and I was done for.
My orgasm was like a fiery explosion that filled my vision with light, the release quaking deliciously through me as I shuddered against Brodan’s mouth.
He gently lowered my trembling leg, and I swayed against him, my inner muscles throbbing. Brodan stood, and I leaned into him. I was stunned, not just by the majesty of my release, but that my body still felt strung taut despite it.
I wanted more.
Brodan’s grip on my waist tightened as he stared at me like a starving man. All that lust, that desire, that savage need in his expression, was for me. He’d thought of me when he was with other women. That broke my heart, but it also made me triumphantly territorial. Like he was mine.
At that moment, I didn’t care if he possessed every inch of me in return.
My chest heaved with my labored, excited breaths as he brought his hands to my shoulders. His eyes followed his fingertips as they trailed with excruciating slowness across my collarbone and down toward the rise of my breasts. I wanted my bra off. I wanted his mouth on me again. My nipples peaked against my bra with anticipation.
“Stop tormenting me,” I whispered plaintively.
In answer to my needy plea, Brodan gripped my hips and pulled me to him so I could feel the steel of his erection against my bare stomach.
Gently, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me so deeply, I could taste myself. I marveled at his control. If I was setting the pace, our kiss would be hungry, wet, wicked. But Brodan’s kiss was languid, sexy, and so tender I could almost cry again. My hands curled around his biceps, feeling his strength, and I didn’t know what I wanted to do more: take him inside me or let him hold me while we both cried a lifetime of tears.
But I’d told him no more. Tonight we would stop looking back and just be in the moment.
I returned his kiss, channeling all those years of longing into it, and, as if he felt it, Brodan squeezed my waist, his fingers almost biting into my skin with his need. Then he seemed to regain control of himself. His breathing slowed, his tension eased. His hands moved over my body with light strokes. He learned every inch of me—my ribs, my waist, my stomach. His palms glided around to my ass to squeeze my cheeks in his hands, and that control he’d just gained snapped.
Brodan’s kiss deepened, grew hungrier, and he drew me against his cock. I kissed him back with the same hunger, and our tongues caressed in deep, wet strokes. Throbbing between my legs, I grasped harder onto his biceps, pushing my hips against his erection, wanting him inside me.
I stroked my hands down his arms, learning the hard, muscular shape of him through his sweater. He was so much bigger than me. That night in the caravan, I’d been so aware of that. I loved it. I loved how delicate and feminine he made me feel. My exploration calmed him, and Brodan’s kiss grew gentler. He nipped at my lower lip and then he eased away, only to stare into my eyes as he glided his hands up my back to my bra. With an ease that spoke of his experience, he unfastened it and then nudged the straps down my arms until it fell to the floor.