Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Is it okay if I touch you?” She asked. I nodded, almost unable to say the words. It felt incredible to be the man she was looking at with undisguised want. It made me want to sink to my knees and pleasure her for the favor of that expression on her face, the appraising look that bled over into wonder and yes, please. Meanwhile, I watched her eyes tip over into darkness as I kissed just in front of her ear, then dropped my lips to her neck and sucked there. She wanted me there and tilted her head to give me better access.
She slid her fingers into my hair. That head flared between us as it never failed to do. It was like back in her coffee shop where we’d nearly ended up on the floor. But here there was a bed, a door with a lock on it if we chose to use it.
Madison shoved the bag of her things to the floor and reached for me in earnest. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was a man who knew how damn lucky I was.
The same scorching fury of need seized me when we kissed, the ache that was a torment I yearned for. I cupped her face in my hands, forcing myself to slow down, to be gentle when I wanted to grab and bite and claim. Her breath gusted in gasps whenever we paused, and I breathed a laugh at how I was panting like I sprinted up ten flights of stairs.
“Oh my God,” she groaned when she felt my bare hand slip up her shirt. I swept my thumb along her rib cage and felt her tense, detected the flutter of sensation that made her squirm.
I licked and sucked at her neck. Madison ran her hand down my back, and I flexed and bunched my muscles shamelessly to show off for her. She bit her lip, her eyes flicked open and met mine. She gave a saucy smile that shot straight to my hardening length. That suggestive look in her eyes ratcheted up my arousal and made me grapple for self-control. I wanted this to last, wanted our first time to mean something more a quick screw because all of a sudden I had the willpower of a sixteen-year-old girl.
I murmured her name, how much I wanted her, how I was trying so hard to take it slow.
“What if I don’t want it slow and easy tonight?” she said, her breath hot on my ear. My arms tightened around her before her words even registered. I dropped my face to her chest and she rubbed against my thigh, trying for the friction and contact she desired. I released her nipple reluctantly to strip off her shirt and jeans. Immediately I reached for her after and cupped her sex with my bare hand. Her eyes locked on mine, and she gave a nod. My fingers curled, sweeping aside the fabric of her flimsy panties to stroke her hot, slippery folds. I groaned again at the proof of her wetness, the slickness that awaited me. Madison’s hands were in my hair, drawing me back onto the bed with her. My knee braced between her legs as I levered myself above her with one arm, my other hand busy between her thighs. She tossed her head back and forth, eyes shut, lips curled almost painfully, the wrinkle of concentration between her brow as I rubbed my calloused thumb over her most secret bud of nerves. I felt her womanhood—a silly and serious word for such a primal act—but it was nothing like I’d felt before. No vulgar term matched what I touched. No filthy word encompassed the reverence that flooded me at touching her this way for the first time.
I dipped my head and kissed her mouth, my fingers coaxing between her tight inner lips while my thumb kept up pressure where she needed me. I sank my middle finger inside her passage, going deep and curling to brush the hidden pleasure spot that made her go rigid and cry out and ride my hand with a fury something like abandon. Sweat slicked my back and chest as I worked her, craving her climax more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
I withdrew my finger and parted her to push two fingers inside, the thickness of the invasion meant to startle her into letting go, letting her orgasm happen. But her eyes flew open at a knock on the door. Noah peered in, saw us sprawled on top of the comforter, my fingers knuckle deep in Madison’s bare body. I looked back at her, and saw a slow smile spread across her face.
Her voice was breathless, barely a gasp. “Why don’t you ask your brother to join us?”