Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
She was aching for more, for more of his touch, aching for him to do exactly what he did—he lowered his mouth to her, pressing fervent kisses along the upper swells of her breasts, one at a time, but never, never going to the part of her that ached the most. Until at last, he laved that aroused skin, drawing moans from her lips. Moans that she couldn’t possibly contain. That seemed to drive him on. Drive him further. Again and again, he went from one breast to the other, loving them with his tongue, his lips, even the faint edge of his teeth.
He drove her crazier and crazier. Made it so she couldn’t control the flexing of her hips into his. A silent plea for more. He must’ve understood, because the next thing she knew, he was dropping to his knees, running kisses down over her rib cage, her belly button, her hip bones. And then he was sliding his thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulling those down over her thighs. There was no room anymore for embarrassment or fear. There was only a desperate need. Need for him. To take her. To claim her. A need for her to give herself to him wholly in this moment, the future be damned.
He pressed his lips to her sex, and a moan escaped her throat. She tilted her head back against the door. They’d never even made it farther inside. He lifted one of her legs, rested it over his shoulders, opening her to him, and she loved every second of it. Loved the way he played over her, in her, with his fingers, his mouth.
She couldn’t catch her breath. Barely knew how she was able to remain standing. Knew she would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding her up. Everything was rising higher. Higher. So high that she could hardly believe how sweet it was. How sinfully, wonderfully sweet his touch was. His intimate kisses.
And then she was leaping. Flying. Soaring. Higher than she ever had before. His name on her lips. Her body shuddering as he held her. As he took her even higher. Not stopping until he’d wrung every last ounce of pleasure from her.
And, oh, what pleasure it was.
* * *
Malcolm had never felt like this before. The only thing that mattered was Josie’s pleasure. Of course, he always wanted his partners to feel good, but the truth was, there had always been a selfish component to it. He had always wanted something for himself too. But tonight, it honestly didn’t matter to him if all he did was make her come over and over and over again. With no release for himself. Simply giving her pleasure was the greatest pleasure he’d ever known, he realized. Just that alone, just hearing her cries, feeling her body growing warm and damp and then breaking apart beneath his tongue and hands—hell, it was so damn good he’d never experienced anything like it. Never realized that sex could be more than it had previously been for him. Slowly, he kissed his way back up her body.
Every inch of her was sweet. Perfect. He lingered over her curves, and by the time he was standing, he was desperate to start all over again.
Her lips tilted up in a slightly shy smile as she looked into his eyes. “That was… amazing.”
He loved the complete honesty with which she told him her feelings. Whether she was nervous. Whether she was shy. Whether she was loving the way he’d made her feel.
“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.” Then her eyes clouded. “But you haven’t even—”
He kissed her before she could finish the sentence. Kissed her to say without words just how much she pleased him. Just how much he adored giving her pleasure. “I want to take you to my bed,” he said as he drew back. “I want to make you come apart again and again. That’s all I want.”
This time, she was the one pressing her lips to his, kissing him sweetly, but with a new confidence, it seemed. And even more desire than before. “That sounds incredible,” she said softly. “But I’d love more than that. I want all of you, Malcolm. For the next two weeks, or for however long we’re both having fun, I don’t want you to feel you have to hold anything back. Whatever you want to give me, I want it. All of it.”
He groaned, her words inflaming him further. He lifted her in his arms and strode back to the main bedroom, where she had been sleeping without him for the past two nights. He laid her on the bed, allowing himself to take his fill of staring. Just staring and loving every part of her.
“I could gaze at you for hours.” He saw her cheeks flush, watched other parts of her flush, too, but she didn’t cover herself up.