Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
My mind goes hazy. My skin burns hot. Her reactions thrill me to the marrow. I’m so tempted to kiss her. But I focus on my impromptu plan. I push up the skirt to her waist, revealing her panties. They’re white cotton with pink polka dots, and—“You’re soaked, baby.”
She meets my eyes with a naughty smile of her own. “News flash: you kind of turn me on.”
I smile, feeling ten feet tall. “Kind of?”
She purses her lips then shudders out a breath. “Find out if it’s more than kind of.”
With a smirk, I waggle the lipstick tube, then lower it between her thighs.
Her eyes widen to moons. “Are you…?”
“Going to use this on you? You bet I fucking am.”
She draws a deep breath. “Then bend the rules.”
Yeah, she does know me so well. Knows exactly what I’m doing. I’m using a loophole. Technically, I’m not touching her. The tube is. I slide it over the fabric covering her clit. She parts her lips in the most gorgeous O. Then she breathes out a small but feral, “Oh god.”
She’s so aroused. So ready.
And I am so determined to get her off. The top of the tube is angled, so I rub it around her clit, then down the damp panel of her panties. Her eyes flutter closed and she grips the counter. Her fingers claw at the edge as she holds on while I stroke her. Circle her. Caress her.
She has no reservations, and it’s beautiful to watch. Josie is so free in bed, and I’m in awe. She leans her head back, and I don’t even think she realizes she’s still wearing her glasses. Or maybe she does and doesn’t care. She lifts her chest. Her tits are heaving, her body arching, her foot curling over the edge of the counter.
She is shameless, and it’s so unbelievably hot.
My bones are on fire, and I’m going to let them burn. Mesmerized, I slide the metallic tube slowly, tantalizingly over the white wet fabric, then I zero in on her clit.
She’s moaning and panting, giving in to the way we’re playing. “Feels so good,” she mutters.
“You need it badly, don’t you?” I say, fighting to keep control, focusing on her pleasure only.
Getting her off is all I’ll allow myself.
Correction: Getting her off like this. This is…like cheating on a diet. Skipping the bench press at the gym. Eating one cookie. It won’t ruin me. This extreme focus on her will simply release the tension between us. A valve loosened—that’s all.
With that squarely in mind, I tease her clit through the soaked fabric. Her noises grow deliciously louder. Soft murmurs. Hungry whimpers. A breathy cry. Her thighs are spread. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair is falling out of her bun. It’s the perfect picture of this forbidden moment. But then she lets go of the counter, and I tense all over. I want her to touch me so badly, but if she touches me I’m so fucked. My control—frayed to a thread already—will snap.
She doesn’t reach for me though. With eyes closed, she squeezes her breast. My brain goes haywire, nerves firing, mind popping. As she fondles herself, she parts her lips and whispers, “Wes.”
For a split second I gaze down at her gorgeous mouth, then give all the way in, “Fuck it.”
I let go of her thigh, cover her throat with my palm, and yank her toward me.
My mouth crashes down on hers. I kiss her wildly as I stroke her with the lipstick tube. I devour her sweet cinnamon mouth as I rub the lipstick faster. I suck on her tongue. I bite her lip. I consume her.
She snakes a hand down, grabbing mine, breaking the kiss, and muttering, “Fingers. Or cock. Please.”
I am not strong enough to withstand this demand.
I am not disciplined enough to resist.
I am just unable to stop.
I toss the lipstick somewhere on the counter, but before I can even get my fingers inside her soaked panties she’s grabbing my hand, guiding it over her, showing me how she likes it, and fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing ever.
This woman is using my hand to get herself off, covering her fingers with mine.
She knows what she needs and she takes it from me, working herself over with just my middle finger, covered by hers.
“I fuck myself to you every night,” she whispers, and I nearly explode.
She gasps, then freezes in place. The world goes still and savagely hot. It sparks, crackling like wildfire as she calls out my name, coming on the counter mere seconds later.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and it eats me alive.
As she’s panting, she lifts her mouth to me, an offering. Like I could resist her anymore. I grab her face and kiss her hard, ruthlessly. Tug her against me. Own that gorgeous mouth.