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)
“I want to take your clothes off now. I want to stare at you too.” She sat up on the bed and opened her legs, pulling him into the V of her thighs. She put her hands flat on his chest. His heart was racing, and he knew she could feel it. Knew she could feel how she was affecting every part of him.
“My heart,” she said. “It’s racing that fast too.”
“Good,” he said. “I’d hate to be the only one who feels this way. Who wants this much.”
Slowly, she slid her hands beneath his T-shirt. His abdominal muscles flexed and pulsed beneath her exploring hands. “You have so many muscles. You’re so hard all over.”
“Hard is the right word for it,” he teased, loving it when she laughed softly. And then she was pulling his shirt up over his head. He liked the way her eyes widened when she saw his bare chest.
“Do you live in a gym? I thought you were working all the time.”
He shrugged, enjoying her frank enjoyment of his body. “I do work out some, run and do weights, and get out on the river when I can. But I admit I got good genes from my parents. We tend to build muscle pretty quickly, we Sullivans.”
Somewhere along the way, though, it seemed that she had stopped listening, because she was pressing her lips to his skin, first to his pecs, which instinctively flexed beneath her lips, and at the same time, running her hands over his abdomen again and then around his lower back, sliding her fingers beneath the denim of his jeans over his hips.
He never wanted her to stop kissing him. Touching him. In the same way that he worshiped every inch of her, he felt that she was doing the same with him. That she was enjoying the journey to pleasure as much as she would enjoy the eventual explosion when they came together. She was still kissing his chest, his neck, and then his lips. Then she moved her hands to the fastening of his jeans. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she undid it and then pulled down the zipper. And frankly, he wasn’t feeling much steadier than she was.
Every second with Josie was glorious. The sexiest, hottest evening he’d ever known.
She pushed the denim down off his hips, and his boxers went with them. His damn boots were still on, and he gave a growl as he kissed her and then turned to yank them off. As soon as he was completely free of his clothes and shoes, he leaned over her on the bed.
She laughed, and the breathy sound reverberated through the small shiplap room. He’d brought women here before, when he was younger and lived on board, but making love with a woman in his bed on River Star had never felt so joyful.
For a moment, he dreamed about just locking them in and making love to her over and over until they ran out of food.
But that wasn’t realistic, especially as Mari was counting on both of them. So tonight, he’d live out that fantasy as much as he could. Tonight, he’d love her in every way that she wanted, just in case she woke up in the morning and changed her mind. He had to get his fill of her. Even though a voice in the back of his head told him that would never happen, he had to at least try.
He rolled over so that she was straddling him, so beautiful, luminous as the setting sun poured in through the window. “My river goddess. That’s what you are.”
He didn’t know where those words came from. He just knew they were true. That she felt like the one thing that had been missing all these years. That having her here, on River Star, made the houseboat feel like a true home.
She laughed, another wonderfully warm sound. “I love that,” she said with a smile. “River goddess.”
She leaned down to kiss him, her breasts against his chest, all of her teasing him with a promise of even more pleasure. She began to run kisses down his chest again and then lower, low enough that he was soon groaning as she tasted him with her tongue, with sweet little kisses that drove him crazy. But when she took him into her mouth he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle another second.
A little rougher than he intended, he lifted her back up over him. “Condom.” The word was raw, barely intelligible. “In the top drawer.”
Please God, let there be at least one left. He hadn’t had sex on his boat in so long. But thankfully, his wish was granted, because there was a partial box there.
“You had me worried,” she said. “All I could think was, what if there wasn’t one in here?”