Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
But I welcome it.
I crave it.
He rolls to the side of me, turning me so his cock stays inside my pulsating center. He kisses me hard, playing with my tongue as he holds me close. He’s so warm, so big, and he smells so very manly that I never want to forget the scent for the rest of my days. I nip at his bottom lip then his top before pressing a kiss to his nose. He glides his lips down my jaw, my neck, and then bites my chin before grinning at me.
God, he’s stunning.
I cup his jaw, stroking my thumb along his cheek. He glides his nose over mine, and I ask, “What’s your name?”
His lips curve deeply, and when the dimples flash, I can’t help but grin back. He feels amazing beside me. I fit right in next to him, his body wrapping around mine like I’ve never experienced in my life. In my defense, the men I’ve been with have never wanted to cuddle or hold me. Usually, they fuck me and leave, but he isn’t moving. He holds my exhausted and lusciously spent body as he gazes down at me. He kisses my lips again. “Ciaran,” he says and then spells it for me.
“Ciaran,” I repeat, and his hips move into mine, pushing his spent cock deeper into me.
I feel his cock jerk inside me, and my breath catches.
“Oh, I like the way you say my name.”
I flash him my most devastating grin. The one that usually gets me laid. “Ciaran,” I repeat, running my lips over his, and I feel his cock throbbing just for me. “I want more, Ciaran.”
He captures my jaw in his big hand. “Then more is what I’m going to give you.”
CHAPTER 12
Ciaran
Well…I’ve found myself in a situation.
A situation I know how I need to navigate, but my wants don’t line up with the needs.
And that’s a problem.
A problem I’m having a hard time trying to solve, especially when thinking isn’t an option with Louisa’s legs all tangled up with mine. I look down into her face, her head tipped back as she takes in huge gulps of air and lets them out, her breath warm against my jaw. Her chest presses against my chest, and her heart beats in cadence with mine. I slide my hand down her throat, her shoulder, before taking her side in my grip. I have her ass in one hand and the other at her side, sliding my thumb along her rolls that have been taunting me since I met her. She feels so good in my hands, like I knew she would.
And that’s not helping my problem.
She draws circles along my nipple with one of her fingers as she moves her other hand through the hair on my stomach. I’m still deep inside her, going soft, but I have no desire to separate yet. I love how I feel inside her. I love how her body squeezes me and how warm and tight she is. I knew I was attracted to her, but nothing could have prepared me for what I’m feeling now. I did so well, keeping my distance, but all it took was a muffin.
And here I am.
It was a damn good muffin. And everything we just did? Well, it was even better than the muffin.
Which adds to my predicament.
Usually after I hook up, I’m out the door before my heart slows down and my cock grows too soft, but as my heart rate begins its descent and my breathing returns to normal, I don’t want to leave. I want rounds two, three—hell eight and nine, if possible. I want all of her. Each cry, each moan, and every drop of her pleasure.
I know that should be enough to get me out the door, but I cuddle closer, kissing her jaw before nuzzling her neck. I love how she smells, the rose scent just as pretty as she is. Her skin is so soft, so beautiful, and the thought of her getting dressed makes my stomach hurt. I’m not done with her, and while that’s a huge issue, it’s not an issue I want to address or deal with.
I run my tongue down her throat, to her shoulder, and then back up. She arches into me, and I bring her closer, sucking gently on her neck. I’m rewarded with a sweet little moan that tickles my gut in the most satisfying way. I want to hear it again. I repeat the motion, and once more, she leans into my mouth, wanting what I’m offering.
“I don’t usually jump a guy like I did you,” I hear her say, and I chuckle.
“I thought I did the jumping,” I say against her heated skin. “Or rather, we jumped each other.” I place a kiss and then lean back to look down into her face. Her gaze is darker, the brown of her hazel eyes on display. “I’m not judging, Lou. I want you just as bad.”