Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 997(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
His hands work their way under the material of my shirt and as his fingers skim across the bare skin of my back, he sets me on fire. But I need more. I need him to touch me everywhere.
Reaching down I grip the hem of my tank and work it up over my head, feeling him freeze beneath me, his lips pausing against mine. His gaze shoots to mine as his hands roam over my bare back. “Zo?” he says in a questioning tone, but all I can do is smile back at him.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I tell him.
A low growl tears through the back of his throat, and he slams his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as he explores the way my body feels. Then, not wanting to be the only half-naked person in the room, I reach down and grab his shirt, and he’s all too eager to tear it over his head.
My heart races, but I can’t stop or calm myself down. I’ve never needed him like this before, and I can’t possibly get enough.
Butterflies swarm through the pit of my stomach, and as Noah pulls me right back in, the electricity between us ignites.
My hands roam over his body, feeling the tight ridges of his muscled chest and abs, my fingers digging in and needing more. He keeps kissing me, allowing me to set the pace and take my time with whatever I want to come from this, ready to give me anything I ask for, no matter how big or small.
I pull back, needing to catch my breath as his lips drop to the base of my throat. “Noah,” I whisper with a moan, the butterflies now swarming at full speed.
His hand trails right up my spine, curling around my neck as he pulls back to meet my stare. “I don’t want you to stop,” I tell him.
Noah holds my gaze for a moment, searching my eyes for any sign that I don’t really want this, but he won’t find any. I’ve never been so sure in my life. I’m ready.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, his eyes so full of love.
A small, shy smile slowly spreads across my lips, and I nod as I reach behind me and unhook the clasp of my bra, letting it fall from my arms.
Noah’s gaze sails over my body, his chest rising and falling with rapid movement. “Fuck me,” he breathes in wonder. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
My smile widens as he leans back in to kiss me deeper, his hands roaming all over me, trailing right down to my ass and back up until they lock around my waist. Then in a flash, I’m on my back, and my hair fans out over his pillow as he hovers over me, his hips settled between my thighs.
His gaze is so dark, darker than I’ve ever seen it, and the desire flashing within those eyes makes me feel more like a woman than ever before. His fingers start in my hair, slowly trailing down the side of my face and to my shoulder, and my gaze locks on his movements.
I swallow hard, a shiver trailing across my skin as he works his way down, over the curve of my breast, and to my waist. The butterflies in my belly have erupted into chaos, but it’s the best kind of chaos I’ve ever felt. I need so much more.
My heart hammers as he leans in close again, his lips pressing down on my collarbone. “I love you so fucking much, Zoey,” he tells me, not just repeated, meaningless words, but a declaration of what’s inside his heart.
My eyes flutter as his fingers continue working over my sensitive skin. His warm lips work their way down over the curve of my breast until they’re closing over my pebbled nipple. My back arches off the bed, and I gasp, never having imagined that it could feel so good.
His hands move further down until they’re at the button of my shorts, but I don’t dare stop him. Nothing has ever felt so right in my life. I thought I would be a nervous wreck. I imagined my hands would shake and I wouldn’t know what to do, but it’s the exact opposite, and I realize we were right to wait.
Noah pops the button before slowly dragging the zipper down, and as his thumb hooks into the waistband of my shorts, he pauses again, his gaze lifting back to mine. “If you want me to stop, just say the word,” he tells me, his lips hovering above mine.
I tilt my chin, capturing his lips in mine, kissing him slowly. “Don’t you dare stop,” I whisper. “I’ve never been so ready. I want this with you more than anything.”