Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
I don’t move.
I feel like a starved animal, crazed and dazed. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
This is Noah.
I don’t have to hide a thing from him.
Without breaking eye contact, he turns his glorious body toward me, his front now on full, magnificent display as he continues his workout, a small curve holding on his juicy lips.
He knows he’s turning me on and he loves it.
With hooded eyes, he watches me, aware I’m totally transfixed.
My heart rate spikes higher, and I lick my lips, unaware I’m moving until my back hits the mirrored wall behind me.
He begins a new move, bringing both weights in just above his belly button, and throws his arms out wide with the next breath. This requires him to stand wide, steel his hips, and puff his chiseled chest out ever so slightly with each extension of his arms, and I can’t take it anymore. I’m burning up, everywhere, all over.
It’s a raw, desperate need I can’t and don’t have to fight.
So I won’t.
As my palms glide along my silhouette, I imagine they’re his, slowly sliding from the sides of my breasts down my stomach. My head falls back against the mirror, and my eyes decide to close.
Just as I reach the band of my gym shorts, a warm hand wraps gently around my neck and I freeze, a smile curling my lips.
Got him.
I’m too far gone to open my eyes, especially when his heated breath fans over my face in the most erotic of ways, soft and warm and ragged.
I turn my head, unable to handle to the sensation growing within me.
Craving release, my fingertips slip into the waistband of my spandex, but he stops me from going any farther by pressing his tight body up against mine.
I whimper, his overheated body pressed into mine too much of tease when I know the feeling of his skin on mine. Noah groans in response to the sound.
His hand slips down my neck and across my collarbone, and my breath gets lodged in my throat.
He dips his head into the crook of my exposed neck, his favorite place, my favorite place, and his tongue darts out, tasting my sweat-covered flesh.
“Mm.” He moans. “I love the taste of your sweat.” His tongue runs from the bottom of my throat to my ear. “I want to taste all of you.”
“You have.”
“Not here.” He cups me over my bottoms. “Not with my tongue.”
My thighs clench, and he takes my ear lobe between his teeth, biting down lightly. He assaults my neck next, earning another gasp from me. His hand presses more firmly against me, gliding up until the tips of his fingers are diving beyond the waistband.
“I like these.” He peppers wet, hot kisses to my chest.
“Yeah?” I croak, tilting my head more.
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbles. The vibration of his lips against my skin sends a shiver down my spine.
“Then they’re all yours,” I pant. “Go ahead, take ‘em now.”
His body bounces with silent laughter.
“I’m so glad I amuse—” I cut off in a moan when his coarse fingers flick over my clit, before settling over the sweet spot.
I push into his touch, my plea desperate and needy. “Please.”
He groans, his free hand cupping my ass. Squeezing.
“Tell me, baby,” he rasps in the sexiest fucking voice I have ever heard. “Tell me what you want.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. “Make me come.”
My man doesn’t make me wait a second longer.
He swiftly pushes a leg in-between mine, nudging mine open more, and slides a finger inside. And then another.
He moans, crashing his lips with mine, my arousal coating his fingers as he drives in and out. His thumb working magic on my clit.
“You’re soaking my hand, Juliet.”
“F-fuck.” I shake.
Sensing his eyes on me, mine open, and he grins, nipping at my lips.
“You’re twitching, just like you do on my cock,” he rasps, his eyes darkening.
“So give it to me.” I moan. “Let me squeeze you.”
“In a minute.” His attention falls to my body, and he licks his lips, his eyes coming up to mine as he lowers to his knees on the mats below. His fingers slip out of me, cupping up to tug the hem of my bottoms down, pausing when his knuckles are even with my clit, without fully revealing me. I reach up, gripping the back of his head and tug him toward me.
“You’ll be the first,” I admit, knowing what it will do to him.
His eyes flash. “Say yes.”
“Yes.”
I shake in anticipation, and then his lips close over me and my hips buck, my hands flying to his hair, pressing him into me.
His tongue sweeps, rolls, and sucks, and my gaze flicks past him, watching the muscles of his back move in the mirror across the room as he brings me to the hilt.
I look at myself, taking in my flushed cheeks and wild eyes. It’s insanely stimulating, seeing myself, watching my reactions in the mirror as he watches me. As he goes down on me for the first time.