Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
When the door creaks after a few seconds, my lungs burn with anticipation.
Declan steps inside, flips the lock the other way, and kicks the door shut.
Excitement burns in me like jet fuel as I watch his every move from a few feet away. I lean against the wall, ready to fly into the stratosphere.
I’m ready for anything.
In no time, he strips off his T-shirt and kicks off his flip-flops. His dark eyes travel down my chest, my crotch, my legs, then back up to my face as he flares his nostrils and stalks over to me. “We should talk. Set ground rules. But I need a minute with my hands on you, rookie.”
“That sounds like the start of a great conversation,” I tease.
“Yeah, let me say this first.” He runs his hands down my chest, over my abs, his thumbs sliding along the grooves. My whole body shakes.
Declan leans in and brings his face close to mine, and my breath catches. I groan, ridiculously loud.
His eyes turn savage, then he drops his lips to my jawline and kisses along it, under it, down my neck. It’s mind boggling. I’m crackling everywhere as he licks my Adam’s apple then kisses up to my chin, where he stops, loops a hand through my hair, and clasps the back of my head. “You are so damn irresistible.”
“Don’t resist me.” My voice barely sounds like my own, yet it’s the truest statement I’ve ever breathed.
His eyes lock with mine; his irises contain a thousand dirty wishes. “And I am going to make you feel so fucking good. I’m going to do things to you that blow your mind. I’m going to make your toes curl, your knees weak, and your dick weep with pleasure.”
His filthy, beautiful promise electrifies me. But what if I can’t do the same to him? What if I’m no good?
But I’ve come this far. I’m not going to back down. Not from the act, or from the words.
“I want to make you feel good too,” I say, letting him see beyond my bravado. Stripping bare. “I want you to teach me how to make you feel good.”
“I will.” Declan’s eyes darken, glimmering with heat. “But know this—you already do.” He slides his hand along my right arm, traveling over my muscles, down to my hand. He brings my palm to his crotch, then presses it against the hard ridge of his erection.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasp as I feel how hard he is. How big he is.
“You feel that?”
My throat is dry. All I can do is nod and gasp out a husk of a yes.
He crowds me, stepping closer. “You make me so fucking hard. You turn me on so much. You already make it so good for me,” Declan says as he licks a path up to my ear, biting the earlobe while I fondle his cock, his length pushing through the thin fabric of his shorts.
I want more.
I want skin.
What’s the point of clothes anyway? They’re all coming off soon.
I have no idea what we’re doing tonight. I have no clue if we’re going all the way or some of the way. But I know this much: I want my mouth on Declan.
I push both hands into the waistband of his basketball shorts, shove them down and let them fall to the floor. Then I stare at his erection, thick and hard and pulsing. A vein throbs in the middle of his cock. The head is engorged, like a dirty invitation for my lips.
My mouth isn’t dry; it’s watering. I grasp him, gripping his hard-on, feeling that hot, smooth skin, and the virile strength underneath.
Everything about having Declan in my hand is intoxicating. It fries all my senses. It sends my system into overdrive.
Growls tumble from his lips with each stroke of my hand on his shaft. I give a few tight pumps then I drop to my knees. But right before I put my mouth on him, he ropes a hand through my hair and stops me. “I’m giving you one minute.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he says, gripping my hair nice and tight, then sharing his plans for us. What he wants to do next.
Something I’ve never done.
Something I want desperately to do.
I shudder everywhere, and my dick leaks.
“Have you done that yet?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Do you want to?”
“Hell yes.”
The images he evokes are so arousing. Because they’re a promise. A roadmap. A blueprint of what I’m sure is going to be one of the best nights of my life, ever.
And it starts with me taking Declan Steele into my mouth. With wrapping my lips around his pulsing length and tasting him for the first time, salty and musky and everything I’ve imagined and more.
I draw the head of his cock into my mouth with a groan.