Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Oh, and my bedroom.
The reason for his wide sidestep.
He was positioning me.
His blue gaze burned into my tube top.
“Core,” I breathed.
It raced to my face.
I was sensing I picked the right outfit.
“It’s gotta be you,” he growled.
I knew exactly what he meant.
No problems with that.
I walked to him.
When I arrived, his arms closed around me with such force, my breath huffed out. He leaned in, bending me over those arms.
Nice.
And his mouth was on mine.
Our first kiss.
I slid my fingers into his soft, damp hair and held him to me, opening my mouth at the same time he slipped his tongue inside.
Okay, this…
This was how a woman needed to be kissed.
Hot and wild and hungry and demanding.
The perfect first kiss.
No.
More.
It was the perfect first kiss of the rest of your lives.
I felt that thought and that kiss in my belly. It melted, and my hold on him tightened.
He started walking forward and I had no issue walking back.
We kissed the whole way, his arms separating, one of his hands going up into my hair, one down to my ass. We only stopped when I felt my bed against the back of my legs.
He lifted his head.
Losing his mouth, I emitted a mew of displeasure and opened my eyes.
He had my lipstick smeared all over his lips and into the whiskers around them.
The red was so striking, violent and lurid, it defined the kiss we just shared to the extent it looked pornographic.
It was a total turn on.
“You have my lipstick everywhere,” I whispered.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he replied.
I pressed into him.
“We going there?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “Absolutely.”
And then I was down on the bed.
There was a lot more kissing, it was better, hotter. There was groping, which was part of why the kissing was hotter, but it was just good on its own. And it seemed we had a hair pulling contest (he won).
Then my tube top was down and Core left a red smear across my chest before he sucked in a nipple, going for it, and there was serious power behind that delicious pull.
I arched into the feeling and the man giving it to me.
I felt him release the button on my jeans, the zip went down, his hand went in at the front, then frustratingly slid around the side to the back.
He cupped my ass over my panties and pulled me into his hard crotch.
Okay, that was awesome.
I whimpered at the feel of what I was doing to him and maybe my nails sunk into his scalp (not maybe, they did).
Core growled in approval at that and switched nipples as he trailed the waistband of my panties inside my jeans, stopping at the front just above my mound.
“If you don’t dive in, I’m going to—”
He dove in.
I gasped.
Now that was how it was done.
No effort. Core knew where a clit was and just what to do with it.
He lifted his head as I rocked against his fingers.
I forced my eyes open, and it was then I saw the savage look on his face.
I read it immediately. I knew what it meant.
He wanted more. He wanted it faster. He wanted it now.
He wanted me.
“Don’t hold back,” I panted.
“Baby.”
“I need it too.”
That did it.
He slid his hand out of my jeans and took his feet.
“Give me a hand,” he ordered, gaze on my tube top.
He didn’t need to ask twice, I grabbed hold of it at the sides, pulled it over my head, and tossed it away.
By the time I looked back at him, he had his wallet out and was retrieving a condom.
I sat up so I could touch him.
“Lay back. Don’t move.”
Bossy.
I liked it.
I laid back.
Eyes never leaving me, he flipped the condom to the bed, bent to cup the back of my ankle in his hand, and he tugged the ribbon.
I suddenly had a deeper appreciation of those ribbons, the feel of that tug on the sensitive skin of my ankle sent a surge wet between my legs.
Off went one shoe. Then the next.
After that, he yanked at my jeans so hard, I nearly came off the bed, and I felt my vagina ripple. Without any other option, my panties went with them.
Once I was free, he chucked them to the floor, pulled off his shirt, I spied some tattoos I was in no shape to study in that moment, then he went after his own jeans.
After those were gone, he bent to grasp my hips. He dragged me fully back into the bed as he joined me.
He grabbed the condom.
I opened for him, he fell through, and I rounded him with my legs.
I felt him working between them, then I felt his tip.
This was happening.
We held eyes.
He slid in an inch, but before he went further, he caught my jaw like he did last night—a touch so poignant, so right in that moment, my breath caught at the wonder of it.