Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
It was shocking, and although part of me was unhappy with the vulgarity, another part was terribly turned on. I’d thought Luka and I were the same, but in this room? We were polar opposites. All of my inexperience and shyness was a void he filled with his ultra-confidence, trapping me in his power.
He leaned back down and his warm breath spilled over me. That devious tongue slicked over my clit, fluttering with urgency, and heat built inside me at an exponential rate. Each stroke made me groan with choked pleasure. I peered into his eyes that were focused back on me intently, and my cheeks flushed red-hot. How could I watch him while he was doing something so intimate? Yet I couldn’t stop myself. My hands moved of their own accord, my nails gouging into his shoulders.
I closed in on the mounting release. It was . . . intense. It felt like an electrical surge as his relentless tongue cast me over the edge into a searing fire. When the shudders descended on my body, I let the waves carry me away. I should have cared about how he viewed me, but I didn’t. The only thing I could think about was the pleasure coursing along my spine, pulling me into bliss.
Overwhelming sensations flooded along my nerve endings. Heat. Ecstasy. Desire. When my orgasm released me, my hands fell away from this shoulders and I went slack and boneless against the leather cushions.
For a moment, there was only the sound of my rapid breathing and the thumping bass from downstairs, and then Luka rose up, wiping his mouth. His lips bowed into the faintest smile, making him look seductive and dangerous. He undid the utility belt around his hips and the gun thudded to the floor. It sounded too heavy to be plastic.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
He never asked me to do anything. It was always a command. Yet in the aftermath of the orgasm, I was euphoric, so I teased him. “You think you can tell me what to do?”
His serious expression didn’t change. “Yes.”
When he didn’t move or say anything else, I sobered. He was waiting impatiently on me to follow his order, but I’d already done more and gone further with him than I’d meant to. It was insane how quickly I’d allowed him to get under my skirt. I barely knew him, and I wasn’t a one-night fling kind of girl.
“I’m, uh . . . not sure—” I mumbled, letting my gaze fall downward.
Strong hands seized mine and tugged me up until I was sitting on the edge of the couch. Luka set our hands together on his collarbones, his palms pressing against the backs of my hands. “Undo one.”
I blinked away my confusion. He wanted me to undo one of his buttons? The chest beneath my fingers was hard and lean, and I wanted to see what was below the navy uniform. I’d only fantasized about it for two years, and he was telling me to take a peek . . . My fingers were clumsy as I undid the first button below the collar of his dress shirt.
Luka’s fingers weren’t clumsy. They were nimble as he unfastened my blouse button, which sat an inch above my cleavage. He could hold his liquor much better than I could. He seemed barely drunk, whereas I was getting worse. My brain moved sluggishly along, struggling to keep up.
“Now another.” His voice was low, but firm.
My mouth went dry, but I could do this. It wasn’t quite as real when he was the one undoing my shirt, versus myself. I popped open his next button, revealing tan, smooth skin below. I tensed as he tugged at my shirt, freeing another button so my black bra was exposed. His gaze drifted down, taking in my average-sized breasts encased in black satin.
“All of them,” he said. This time his voice was tinged with something that sounded a lot like excitement.
I swallowed thickly as I undid the rest of the line of buttons, and sat back. He rewarded me by pulling the shirttails free from his waistband and left the unbuttoned shirt to hang open. Holy hell, there was faint definition of his abdominals. My gaze roved over his chest and I tried not to let it show how badly I wanted to touch him.
Things grew hazy when he hurried to undo and throw open my shirt. His mouth was on my neck, carving a path down my collarbone. I shivered when his whiskers scraped along my skin. Fingers were inside my bra, tugging the cups down, and then his mouth locked on a nipple. It snapped into a hardened point as his tongue swiped over it, and the dull ache between my legs grew hot and sharp.
I gasped as he nipped with teeth, hard enough it hurt, but instantly his kiss soothed the burn away. How did he do that? I shut my eyes and let him suck at me while I hung on, my fingers laced through his thick hair. To hell with the spinning, I thought.