Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
More than it should. So she pushed the thought out of her mind and focused on the present and on him.
“Lift your hips,” she said and was shocked when he complied.
She drew his briefs down his muscular legs and tossed them aside. When she came up next to him once more, she found him propped on his elbows, waiting. For her.
Completely nude, his erection now freed, he was hard and big and all hers.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he said, studying her until her face flushed with heat.
He thought she was uncomfortable? That she’d change her mind? Then he probably forgot the woman she’d become that night. Emboldened by her memories, she ran her finger down his long, hot length until he shuddered.
She grinned and lowered her head until her hair brushed his thighs and her breath heated his skin. His groan told her she was getting to him—and she hadn’t really touched him yet. Not the way she wanted to. Closing her eyes, she licked him once, twice, and then finally slid her tongue down the same path her finger had taken. His hips bucked upward, and she let out a pleased sigh. Finally, she grasped him with one hand and slid her mouth over his waiting erection, enclosing him completely.
With his acquiescence, she gave herself permission to do the same, to lose herself in his taste, his scent . . .
In him.
* * *
One lick and Cole’s entire body lit up. And when she pulled him into her warm, wet mouth, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. His arm gave out, and he fell back against the mattress. Apparently, the surprising seductress took that as a go because she started to work his cock in the most perfect combination possible.
Her hand cupped his length, twisting up and down while her mouth, that unbelievable mouth, took him deeper than he thought she could handle until he almost swore he touched the back of her throat. Then she eased off, her delicate tongue circling the head with an occasional hum that vibrated along his shaft. Up and down with her hand, accepting every thrust of his hips that pushed him deeper into her waiting mouth. Faster than he thought possible, his climax drew closer, his cock grew harder. His balls drew up tighter. He saw stars behind his eyes.
Reaching down, he tugged at her hair, letting her know he was ready, but instead of backing off, she kept at it, maintaining that delicious suction. And when she grazed her teeth along his shaft, he was done for. His hips jerked up, and he came, his entire being thrown into the strongest, hardest climax of. His. Life. Erin accepted everything he gave, slowing her movements but not stopping until she’d wrung every last shudder from his body and every drop of moisture from him.
Cole lost all sense of time and place. When he came back to himself, she was staring at him with glassy eyes and a pleased smile on her swollen lips.
Hell. Why did they have to be so damned good together in bed? He could have kept his distance if they didn’t go and do . . . this. But they had.
And they weren’t finished. Not by a long shot. The hell of it was, Cole didn’t want to be done. What man could turn down a sexual dynamo like Erin?
He crooked a finger her way. “Your turn.”
“I don’t think you’re quite ready,” she said, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.
Cole closed his eyes and groaned. That cute little blush encapsulated why Erin Marsden was everything Cole should stay away from. Beneath the woman who’d given him the best blow job he ever had was a sweet girl who could still be embarrassed by what she’d done. Cole was dark where Erin was light, his past ugly where everything about her was beauty and grace. She’d remain that way long after he went under again . . . as long as he didn’t destroy her first.
Still, he’d gotten them into this position, and he didn’t just mean in bed. They were connected by more than just sex. But as long as she knew not to build white picket fences around him, they’d be just fine. They’d already had that conversation, he reminded himself. So he could feel free to just enjoy now.
“I said, come here,” he told her.
Her eyes glazed a bit more at his command, and she shifted until she was beside him once again. He pushed her tangled hair off her face. Without makeup, she was even more sweet and innocent-looking.
He’d tasted that sweetness before, and he intended to do it again now. “Lie back.”
She raised her eyebrows and complied without question. He grasped one of her legs and pulled it open, then the other, until she was spread wide for him. With shaking hands and little finesse, he yanked her silk shorts down, shocked to realize she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath.