Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
It doesn’t get any better than this.
I carry her to the living room and size up our options. There’s an oversized chair in the corner with no table to deal with, which works for me.
Once we’re in front of the chair, I have plans for her, but she has plans for me as well. She steps out of my reach. “Pants off, Tyler. You’re not the boss here.”
“Want to make a bet on that?”
She laughs. “Probably not, but take them off. I want to be naked with you.”
It’s hard to resist a request from Bella when she’s standing there naked and my cock wants to say yes to anything she asks for. I reach for my pants and get rid of them. Saying that I’m hard is an understatement. My cock juts forward, thick and heavily veined, and Bella appears mesmerized by it. She bites her lip, because why not make me harder than is humanly possible, and, steps into me, her soft curves nuzzled up close and personal, her hand on my cock. I close my hand around hers and hold it there. Hell, I’d cement it there if I could.
I lean in and kiss her neck and pluck at her nipple. She shivers and curls her shoulders. My lips travel to her ear and I whisper, “You will never meet a man who doesn’t want his woman’s hand and mouth on his cock but right now, I’d rather be inside you.”
She eases back to look at me and her blue eyes glisten, and I wait for her to object to me calling her my woman again. On second thought, I refuse to hear that right now and I’m not quite as ready to fuck her just yet as I thought. I want to own her, even if it’s for one night, even if she walks away tomorrow. I rotate her and sit her down on the chair, kneeling in front of her. I kiss her knees, watching her watch me, and then slowly, inch her legs apart.
Chapter Forty-Three
Tyler
Bella is my woman and I decide right then that it’s time she understands that. That it’s time she feels that in every part of her. Because I sense her holding back, denying me little pieces of herself she doesn’t yet believe I deserve, as if she doesn’t realize she’s doing it. And to do that, to make her see the truth, I will demand everything she has to give me. I want her to feel exposed, vulnerable, and still so damn turned on that she’s begging for more. And not because I want to own her, even if everything male says I do. Because I want to know her… all of her. And feeling vulnerable with someone, allowing yourself to test your limits with another human being, is about trust. And for all kinds of reasons, many out of our control, if there is one thing we are lacking, it’s trust.
She sits there waiting on me, her blonde, silky hair around her shoulders, loose strands draped just above her above her breasts, her nipples puckered. Her teeth worrying her bottom lip. And it starts just like this, with her naked and opened wide for me.
I caress her legs, and kiss her inner thigh, my eyes finding her eyes. “Ask me what I’m going to do to you, Bella.”
“What are you going to do to me, Tyler?”
“Lick your nipples.” My lips trail up her leg, so very close to the place I know she wants me. “Lick your clit.” She breathes out a shaky breath and I lick right where I promise I would. She pants and I retreat, hands on her knees again. “Lick every inch of you until you beg me to make you come.”
Her lashes lower. “I really thought were in rush to be inside me.”
“I might even spank you,” I say.
Her eyes open. “Tyler,” she murmurs. “I—”
“You what? I ask, easing closer to her and feathering kisses up her leg.
She tilts her head back a moment, and then grabs my arms, as if she anticipates where my attention may lead next. “I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Let me help you figure it out.” I drag my mouth to just above her sex and allow my breath to trickle over her, and holy hell, my cock is so fucking hard it hurts.
She reaches for my hair, a sexy, desperate little sound sliding from her lips, her hips lifting ever so slightly in a plea for my mouth. I give her clit a lick. A small one, a tease. She pants out my name, “Tyler, please,” and I swear I feel my name on her lips like a stroke of her tongue on my cock. Practiced control is all that saves me and the promise of her satisfaction, but I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet.