Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Drake! Are you just going to leave everything there?”
“Yes, I am.”
“What if it rains?”
“Don’t care.”
“But —”
I gave her another kiss, this time taking a bit more time to explore her mouth with my tongue. I lifted my head and smiled at her, trying not to look like a shark who was about to get a tasty meal. But we were both imagining the same thing.
My head buried between those silky thighs of hers.
“Please, Sunshine,” I said, my voice raw as I cupped her jaw and stared into her eyes. “I can’t wait.”
“Okay,” she said, her voice breathy and feminine. It sent a thrill right through me.
“Now, I have to focus on driving. Try not to be so gorgeous and sexy sitting there next to me.”
She let out a soft laugh and I grinned, forcing myself to look away from her.
Must. Focus. On. Road.
I drove faster and with focus than I ever had in my entire life. I was back in mission mode: aware of things around me but it was like being under water. Everything but the road was out of focus.
The road, and the little bit I could glimpse of Dana’s insanely sexy legs, that is. Legs I would be between soon enough. As soon as I could get her alone.
The drive from Mae’s to my place had never felt so long.
I parked after what felt like an eternity, then grabbed her and did my best not to run up the stairs to my apartment with her bags. I wasn’t a complete animal. I couldn’t leave her clothes in the car when I planned to tear the ones she was wearing off of her.
Even I knew better than to do that.
I opened the door for her and then locked it, staring at her as I leaned against it. One step. Two steps. Three.
There it was. Paradise. Dana was in my arms.
I held her face and kissed her deeply, thoroughly, trying to convey that I was calm. Patient. Not in a rush. Not at all. Even though I was. Oh boy, was I ever. I wanted her in my mouth fucking yesterday.
It felt like I had been waiting years. Decades. I just hadn’t known I was waiting for her.
Because I didn’t know somebody like Dana even existed.
“I want to take you into the bedroom,” I rasped when I could finally find my voice again. My heart was pounding. My shaft was hard enough to cut glass. I was ready. But was she?
She nodded shakily and I kissed her hand. I lifted her into my arms dramatically, making her squeal. I grinned as I carried her into the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed. My smile faded. I couldn’t remember being this happy in my whole goddamned life. It scared me. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed before climbing on top of her to kiss her gently. I started pulling her clothes off carefully. I had wanted to tear her clothes off. But the caveman inside me listened to the gentleman who I had never even known existed.
That new, thoughtful part of me was as different as he could be from the beast. The beast was urging me to violently rip Dana’s clothes off and bury myself inside her. The gentleman was insisting on patience. The animal wanted to tell him to shut the hell up. But he didn’t. Even the caveman knew that Dana was precious and easily spooked. So the two voices inside me worked together.
It was surprising as fuck that they were getting along.
“I can’t stop kissing you,” I said as I moved down her body, touching and tasting every inch of her as I exposed it.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she said and I melted. I kissed the pretty white lace edge of her panties, then tugged them down with my teeth.
I stared at her, hardly believing this was finally happening as I kissed my way up her gorgeous legs. I had dreamt about touching her this way for so long. Just seeing her like this was beyond my wildest fantasies. She was perfect. Beyond feminine. And the soft sound she made as I kissed her pouty pussy lips was like a sweet, poignant arrow to my heart.
I kissed her again, using my tongue to trace the line between her lips before settling in to nibble on her clit until she was writhing. I slipped a finger inside her and cursed. She was so tight. Too tight. I didn’t want to hurt her. I had to take my time and make her come first.
At least once.
Thankfully, I could tell she was pretty close.
“Reach for it, baby,” I said encouragingly as I slid another finger inside her, hooking upwards to hit her G-spot. My tongue worked faster and harder, flicking rapidly against her little nub until she arched off the bed, making a cute little sound. It was like something I had only ever heard from very small cat.