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)
His gaze slowly disconnected from mine, and I shivered as his expression grew hooded. His hands tightened around my biceps while he feasted on the sight of my naked breasts. My nipples peaked under his perusal, tight, needy buds that begged for his mouth.
“Sunset,” he murmured as he cupped me.
I moaned and arched into his touch. Ripples of desire undulated low in my belly as he played with my breasts, sculpting and kneading them, stroking and pinching my nipples. All the time, his attention vacillated between my face and my breasts. I thrust into his touch. “Brodan, Brodan …”
His name had barely broken past my lips a second time when his mouth found mine. This kiss was rough, hard, desperate, and his groan filled me as he pinched both my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I gasped, and his growl of satisfaction made me flush with pleasure. I was beyond ready. Feeling the fabric of his sweater beneath my hands, I curled my fists into it and jerked my lips from his. I tugged on the material, wanting to see him bared. Of course, I’d seen him in the movies, but that was a stranger on film. This was Brodan. My Brodan. Hopefully. Finally?
Brodan released me, stepped back, and yanked his sweater up and off. As he threw it behind him and then worked on his boots and jeans, I gaped at him. I’d known that he was made beautifully, carved like a sculpture of male perfection through rigorous training. But I wasn’t quite prepared. He seemed larger naked. His shoulders were so broad, he almost didn’t seem real. Smooth, olive skin rippled over defined pecs, a six-pack, and the tapered waist of a swimmer. His thick thighs and muscular calves caused another hard flip in my lower belly, and I longed to see his ass.
I moaned when he had to peel his boxer briefs over his erection, and when freed, his cock was so hard it strained toward his abs.
He was … beautiful. So beautiful, I was in awe.
And yet, I knew if Brodan Adair stood before me, an ordinary man with no abs or flexing muscles in his thighs and biceps … he would still be extraordinary.
He held my gaze, affection and lust mingling in his. Every part of my body swelled toward him as I watched him take a condom out of his wallet and roll it down his erection.
He reached for me, taking my hand as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Then he guided me to straddle him, his arousal hot against my stomach. My breath stuttered at the vulnerability of being spread over him.
My fingers curled into his big shoulders as I took in Brodan’s expression. Need, fierce need, battled with gentleness. I loved him for it. As soon as that word crossed my mind, I threw it from my head. I wasn’t quite ready to give myself to him in every way.
For a second, doubt crept in.
But Brodan easily distracted me by sliding his hand along the nape of my neck, tangling in my hair to grab a handful. Then he gently tugged my head back, arched my chest, and covered my right nipple with his mouth.
I gasped as sensation slammed through me, my hips automatically undulating against him as he sucked, laved, and nipped. Tension coiled between my legs, tightening and tightening as he moved between my breasts, his hot mouth, his tongue—
“Brodan,” I groaned.
Then he stopped, and I lifted my head to beg, to plead for him to keep touching me, but halted when he gripped my hips. Guiding me, he lifted me up, and I stared down at him, waiting as he took his cock in hand and put it between my legs. Yes, yes, yes. My excitement throbbed as I lowered myself onto him, feeling the hot tip of him against my slick opening. Electric tingles cascaded down my spine and around my belly, deep in my sex.
Brodan grasped my hip, fingers clenching into my skin, while he cupped my right breast with his other hand and squeezed. I gasped at the overwhelming, thick sensation of him as I lowered.
The coiling tension left over from my last orgasm teetered me on the edge of coming again. I cried out and clung to his shoulders as I rose and plunged back down. Brodan’s grip tightened as I rode him for what only felt like seconds before my climax tore through me, my inner muscles rippling, tugging, and drawing Brodan deeper. Shuddering, my hips jerking, my abs spasming, I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on. He rested his forehead against mine, his shoulders moving up and down with his excitement.
As the last of the tremors passed, I felt the overwhelming fullness of him inside me and knew I wasn’t done. Oh my God. The man was turning me into a sex fiend.