Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
My free hand threaded into her hair, and my breath came faster. I was torn between giving in to the savage beast inside me that just wanted to fuck her mouth until I came and the man who wanted to take his time, savor this moment, commit every detail to memory.
I wanted her to know how fucking good this felt, but I couldn’t even speak. I tried some words, but what came out was a garbled snarl that sounded more angry than anything else. But it must have turned her on, because she moaned and took me deeper, sliding a finger along the sensitive place between my balls and my ass that nearly made my legs give out. My vision went dark—or maybe I just closed my eyes, I couldn’t fucking tell—and I leaned into my palm against the door, my hips driving faster, deeper, harder.
Millie’s sounds went from slow, sweet sighs to quick, panicked pants, and I knew she had to be struggling to breathe. But she didn’t let up—instead she gripped my ass with both hands and let me fuck her glorious mouth like I’d been fantasizing about doing since the moment I saw her. And if that made me a jerk, fuck it—I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was how deep she took me and my fist in her hair and the ache in my balls and the tension in my thighs and the fuck, fuck, fuck, yes of the climax surging through me and pouring into her. She took every drop and sat back on her heels, swallowing and breathing hard.
I loosened my grip in her hair. “Christ. That was—are you okay?”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at me. “Yes.”
“I thought maybe I choked you.”
“It was a close call. But I asked for it, didn’t I?”
I smiled. “I like that about you.”
She reached for my hand, and I helped her up, noticing for the first time the hard tile floor in front of the door.
“Your poor knees. That had to hurt.”
She shrugged, her smile coy. “Clearly, I didn’t mind.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I said, hitching up my jeans. “Like a proper gentleman should.”
“I know you will.” She laughed and put her arms around me, pressing close. “I like that about you.”
Up in her bedroom, she walked over to the nightstand and switched on a lamp. She wore a pink silk robe that set off the gorgeous creamy color of her skin and the gold in her hair. Her curves tantalized me, and I could see the pert tips of her breasts through the thin material, begging for my lips.
“So this is my room,” she said, and she almost sounded a little nervous.
As hard as it was to take my eyes off her, I glanced around, curious. Her bed was neatly made, and my eyes lingered on the white wooden headboard. I pictured her hanging onto it, fucking her vibrator while I spoke in her ear. The vision sent a jolt of lust through me, and even though I’d just had an orgasm, my dick responded as though it was gearing up for another. I looked at the nightstand next to her—was that where she kept her toy? Would she let me use it on her tonight?
My eyes returned to her, but she was focused on removing pillows from the bed, tossing them onto the floor, which was covered by a thick white rug. She kept her back to me, and I got the feeling she was avoiding eye contact.
I moved around the bed and took her by the shoulders, turning her to face me. “Hey.”
She stared at my chest. “Hey.”
I tipped her chin up. “What’s going on in there?”
Reluctantly she met my eyes. “I suddenly felt weird.”
“Why?”
She pressed her lips together and glanced toward the windows. I followed her gaze, thinking maybe she was worried about neighbors watching, but the blinds were closed. “Because—because Mason.”
Instantly, I understood. “He’s been here.”
She nodded. “It didn’t occur to me when I invited you over.”
“Me either.”
“Not that our relationship was very sexual,” she went on quickly. “It wasn’t. We spent a lot of time together, but our chemistry was definitely more friendly than physical.”
“It’s okay.” I brushed her hair back from her face. “If you want me to leave, I will.”
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Good.”
“I guess I just wish things were different.” Then she shook her head and laughed. “How many times are we going to say that?”
“Tell you what.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her cheek. Her throat. I inhaled the scent of her perfume. “Let’s make them different.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice was already slightly breathless.
I untied her robe and it fell open. I slid it down her arms and kissed her shoulder. “I mean,” I said, slipping one hand up the back of her neck and the other around her lower back, “let me do something to take your mind off anything or anyone else.”