Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
She gasps. It’s the slightest sound, barely more than a whispered plea for more, but it fuels me. It’s almost too much, and at the same time, all I crave is more of that. I need to know what she feels, what I’m making her feel.
I close my eyes and throw my head back. “Forgive me if it’s quick.”
A squeal of delight escapes her when I drop a hand to her mound. I seek out her clit with my thumb under her skewed panties, tracing circles over the swollen bud.
“Please,” she begs, her hips seeking more.
I fuck her with steady thrusts, staring at her face before dropping my gaze to where we’re connected.
I lose it when I feel her clench around me as the words I’ve waited years to hear, leave her lips. “I’m going to come.”
Her cry tells me what I already know.
I want another from her, but I can’t. I can’t stop my body’s urge; it’s raw need to release, so I do that with a grunt and a heart filled with hope that this is the first day of the rest of my life.
“Didn’t Denia teach you that it’s rude to stare?”
“Don’t talk about my grandmother right now,” I groan. “Let me have this moment, Sinclair. Let me stare at you for the next hour or two.”
She runs her hands over her bare breasts. “You’ll get bored after five minutes.”
I want to punish her for that blatant lie, but instead, I crawl on top of her.
I’m nude. She’s still wearing the same white panties she was when I fucked her on the table. I want inside of them again, but she’s playing shy at the moment, and I admit I’m enjoying it a hell of a lot.
“Your bed is more comfortable than mine.” She laughs.
“I’m still not convinced you didn’t roll around in it while you touched yourself.” I trace a fingertip over her nipple. “That’s really how your bra got in my bed, isn’t it?”
She might intend to laugh, but all that comes out of her parted lips is a sigh. “You think I masturbated in your bed?”
“Think. Want. It’s all the same, isn’t it?”
She draws a shoulder up. “You want that? You want to watch me do that?”
“Yes,” I manage to get the word out.
Her lips part. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone.”
I didn’t need to know that, but I’m grateful she told me.
“I want to do it for you,” she whispers.
It tops the list of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received. “I want that too.”
She pushes both hands against my shoulders. “Move back a bit, okay?”
It’s the last thing I want to do, but I will for her. I inch back, so I’m on my knees at her feet.
Her hand drops to the front of her panties. “With or without these?”
I move quickly, curling my index fingers under both sides of the panties. I hold my breath as I inch them down.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as her cleft comes into view. “God, Sinclair, you’re everything.”
I left the light on for a reason, and this is it.
Her fingers trail over each slice of skin I reveal. “You’ve always told me I’m beautiful.”
“Breathtaking,” I toss another word into the mix to convince her there isn’t another woman on the planet who looks like her. “Gorgeous. Heart-stopping. Mesmerizing…”
My train of thought derails when she parts her folds with her delicate fingers. Her eyelids flutter as a small moan escapes her.
I sit and stare, transfixed by the stunning sight in front of me.
“I’m thinking about you kissing me here,” she whispers as her fingers feather over her flesh. “How good it will feel.”
“I want it now,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “Please.”
“Watch me.” Her gaze catches mine. “Watch first.”
I nod because I won’t deny her a thing. “Whatever you want, I’ll do.”
“Remember this.” She smiles before she groans. “Remember this night.”
“Forever.” I inch closer to watch her fingers move as she closes in on an orgasm. “I’ll remember this forever.”
CHAPTER FORTY
Sinclair
“You got dressed.”
I glance over my shoulder to see Jameson on the approach. It’s been almost two hours since the last time we fucked. It happened after he crawled between my legs to lick me. I was flying high on orgasms and when I curled next to him after we’d spent hours exploring each other, I drifted off.
It wasn’t for long.
Dudley woke me when he scratched on the door to Jameson’s room. He needed a walk around the block, and I needed Manhattan’s fresh, chilled air to remind me that a life outside Jameson’s bed exists.
I slide both hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “I took Dudley for a walk.”
I did that because I needed to breathe, think, and hope that what we did tonight wasn’t a mistake of epic proportions.
Jameson rakes a hand through his hair.