Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Play it cool.
“We’ll see,” I reply.
“We going?” he asks.
I nod. “I suppose.”
He grabs my behind and pulls my body hard up against his. “Go and tell your friends that you have to go because you have a cock to ride.”
I giggle. “Who said romance is dead?”
“This is a booty-call, Eliza. Romance has nothing to do with it.”
“You like saying those words, don’t you? You said it ten times already.”
“Booty-call,” he mouths with a smirk, and I smile up at him.
It does sound kind of good.
He bends and his lips take mine. There’s a little tongue and a little suction, and a big flood of arousal between my legs. He turns me away from him and slaps me on the behind. “Hurry the fuck up.”
I close my eyes as I put the key into my front door with nerves flooding my system.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.
Since I’ve touched him.
Nathan stands close—so close that I can feel the heat from his body radiating through mine. He pulls my hair to one side and kisses my neck with an open mouth. He grazes his teeth on my earlobe and I close my eyes. He bites me again and again, and my nipples harden. He splays his hand over my stomach and pulls me back onto his erection. Teeth sink into my neck, and my eyes flutter with arousal.
Oh hell.
I feel a dull ache between my legs. He feels big… good.
As hard as a fucking rock.
I feel his lips move to my ear as I stand facing the door. His breath quivers on the inhale, as if he’s barely hanging onto control.
“Open the door, Eliza,” he whispers.
I turn the key, and he pushes me forward and kicks the door shut with his foot.
His eyes dart around my tiny studio apartment, and then come back to rest on me.
Thump, thump, thump goes my heart.
He seems different, more intense, more aroused. Just more.
He sits on the end of the bed and leans back on his outstretched hands. “Take your clothes off. Now.”
Jeez.
“Are you serious?”
“Do it.”
I slide my dress over one shoulder.
His eyes dance with fire as he watches on.
Then, once over the other shoulder, I slowly wiggle it down over my hips. It falls and pools on the floor around my feet. I stand before him in lacy black panties and a matching bra.
“All of it.”
I put my hands on my hips in protest, and he raises an impatient eyebrow. “Eliza.”
Oh hell, I’m not sure about this booty-call thing. It seems to be going all his way.
I swallow the lump in my throat and reach around to unlatch my bra before I toss it to the side.
He gives me a slow, sexy smile, and he gestures to my panties with his chin. “Take them off.”
Be the best damn booty-call he ever had.
With my eyes locked on his, I slide my panties down over my hips and step out of them.
He licks his lips as he inhales sharply. He stands, and in one quick movement, he takes my nipple in his mouth and bites me hard. I whimper as he moves to my other breast. He bites that, too, and he grabs my breasts aggressively.
“Fuck, I love your tits.” He growls around my nipple. His dark eyes are locked on mine. I can see his tongue as it flicks over my hardened nipple. He’s totally lost to his arousal and it’s fucking hot.
Oh hell, I tip my head back to the ceiling, and I shudder hard. Calm down, calm down.
I swear, I’m going to come.
He throws me on the bed and spreads my legs. Then, he stands over me, his eyes roaming over my open, pink flesh.
Let’s get straight to it then.
I feel like I can hardly breathe. Is there any air in here?
His shirt is lifted off, revealing his broad shoulders. His stomach is rippled with muscle, and he has a scattering of dark hair across his chest. A trail of hair picks up at his navel and disappears into his black jeans.
Dear God, he’s beautiful—more beautiful than I remember.
“Touch yourself,” he murmurs with his eyes locked on my sex. “Spread those pretty little lips and touch yourself for me.”
My back arches off the bed. Oh man, I forgot how intense Nathan is in the bedroom. He’s off the charts.
I run my hand down over my clavicle, and then over my breasts, moving lower… lower.
His dark eyes watch on.
I spread my lips with my fingers, and a trace of a smile crosses his face. He’s holding his breath. “That’s it,” he whispers. “Go deep, baby.”
Fuck.
I slide my finger into my sex, and he unfastens the top button of his jeans aggressively.
“Two,” he commands.
I slide two fingers in, and he inhales sharply as his eyes flutter closed.
“Fuck yourself.” He slides his jeans and boxers down his legs.