Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Once his shoulders and arms have been thoroughly dried, my movements drift along his spine, swiping over him one vertebra at a time before skimming across the sculpted muscles of his back.
Everything about him is hard and sinewy.
There’s nothing soft about the guy.
When the large swath of skin has been finished, I run the towel over his waist as my gaze dips to the taut muscles of his backside. Air gets wedged in my lungs as I sweep the cotton over one cheek and then the other.
God, he’s beautiful.
I never thought I’d say that about a guy’s ass, but it’s one hundred percent the truth. I’m struck with the strange urge to sink my teeth into the muscular flesh.
A groan rumbles up from within his chest. It’s like he knows exactly what I’m thinking as I continue to stroke the cotton over him before sinking to my haunches to dry his thighs. A smattering of dark hair covers his legs as I reach his calves and work my way upward.
Before I can rise, he turns in a semi-circle, and it becomes necessary to crane my neck in order to meet his hot gaze. The arousal filling his eyes is almost enough to knock me on my ass.
After a breathless moment, my attention settles on his erection. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m ridiculously curious about the thick length that stands to attention. My face isn’t more than a handful of inches away. It wouldn’t take much for me to close the space that separates us and swipe my tongue over the bulbous tip. My belly hollows out at the thought.
It takes effort to stop my fingers from shaking as I reach out and run the cloth over his rigid length. His cock grows even longer and thicker beneath my touch. A guttural sound escapes from him. My teeth sink into my lip as I force my gaze away from his boner and glance upward. The tortured expression marring his face is a surprise.
“Am I hurting you?” The question is barely a whisper.
“No, it feels good.” His hands are clenched at his sides. “Too good.”
Air escapes from my lungs like a slow leak as I carefully use the cottony material to stroke his balls. I was wrong when I said there wasn’t anything soft about him.
Everything about Austin is hard and muscular.
Physically imposing.
I wouldn’t have expected to find any vulnerabilities.
My curiosity gets the better of me and I reach out and run my fingers over his sac.
I’m right.
They’re soft and pliable.
His breathing picks up tempo as I continue playing with him. Arousal curls in the pit of my belly like a whisp of smoke, intensifying the ache in my core.
I didn’t realize it was possible to feel so needy.
There’s something about this newly gleaned knowledge that’s exhilarating.
And a little bit scary.
Maybe more than a little.
Unable to resist, I trace a path from his sac up the curved length of his cock. Once I reach the crown, I stare at the clear moisture that gathers at the tip. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was water. We’re so close that the masculine fragrance of his shower gel along with the musky scent of his arousal teases my senses. It’s intoxicating and makes me lose my head.
What other explanation is there for closing the distance and flicking my tongue across the small slit where the wetness has beaded?
A hint of saltiness explodes in my mouth.
He groans when I do it for a second time.
“Delilah…” he growls, voice sounding almost feral.
His fingers stroke along my jaw as I lick him like he’s an ice cream cone before deciding to suck the mushroom-shaped crown between my lips.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
Just when I contemplate drawing him farther inside my mouth, he gently pushes me away. Before I realize what’s happening, he hunkers down and scoops me up, crushing me to his naked chest. And then he’s stalking into the bedroom and depositing me in the middle of the queen-sized bed. I bounce twice as my gaze stays fastened onto his. There’s a ferocious look brewing in his eyes.
I can’t tell if he’s pissed off or…
Something else entirely.
Or maybe a potent combination of both.
Instead of being frightened by the naked male staring down at me, desire floods my body before settling in my core.
No words are spoken as he looms over me, covering my body with his heavy weight. I’m pinned to the mattress in the most delicious way possible. His hard length is nestled against the apex of my thighs, pressing insistently. It wouldn’t take much for him to shove a hand under my skirt and yank my panties to the side. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, but I wouldn’t stop him. The sensations rushing through my veins feel much too amazing.