Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My breasts are swinging as he pounds me and he tips his head back to the skies as he deals with the pleasure.
There’s no mistaking our bodies are on fire together—this is pure, unadulterated lust.
Something I’ve only ever heard about, I thought it didn’t exist in real life, but hell . . . I’ve been missing out . . . big time.
He lifts his foot to rest it on the bed as he rides me, and the change in position tips me over the edge. I scream into the mattress and he pushes my body down so that my behind is sitting up. Completely open for his onslaught.
Our bodies begin to slap and I can feel every inch of his beautiful cock.
So deep . . . so good . . .
His moans get deeper, louder, his grip on my hip bones is nearly painful, and I smile as I feel his oncoming orgasm overtake his control.
This is how I love him, unfiltered and, just for the moment, mine.
He holds himself and cries out as he comes deep and we both gasp for air. The pumps slow as he completely empties himself, and then he leans down and takes my face in his hands and gifts me with a kiss.
It’s sweet and tender, so different to the love that we just made.
He lies down beside me and we take our time with our kissing; we both know this is going nowhere, but damn it, he makes me wish it was.
He brushes my hair back from my forehead as he stares at me and my heart constricts.
Does he feel it too?
“You’re very good at that,” he whispers softly.
I smile shyly, overwhelmed with emotion.
As if sensing my fragility, he pulls me close and holds me tight, kisses my forehead. “Sleep, baby,” he whispers.
I close my eyes as I rest my head on his chest. It’s warm and safe here. If I could pick anything in the world to do tonight, it would be being here with him, doing this.
I know that six days with this man isn’t enough . . . I already want more.
He traces his finger in a circle over my bare shoulder. “Do you know how beautiful you are to me, Kate Landon?” he whispers.
I close my eyes in regret.
Elliot Miles is a heartbreak waiting to happen.
Chapter 14
I turn the tap off and get out of the shower, and wrap the towel around me.
I watch as Elliot slowly pulls the razor down his cheek while looking in the mirror. “Does that hurt?” I ask.
“Nope.” He rinses the razor under the hot water; he has a white towel around his waist and looks completely edible.
“I hate the grating sound.” Fascinated, I lean on the bathroom vanity as I watch him.
“You get used to it, I’ve been shaving for . . .” He pauses as he thinks. “Twenty-one years now.”
I sit on the cabinet in front of him. “You’re so old.”
“Thanks.” He taps his razor on the sink. “Although, you’re only as old as the woman you feel.” He raises his eyebrows. “That makes me . . . twenty-seven.”
I take the razor from him. “Can I have a go?”
“I’m not a ride, Kathryn.”
I giggle as I hold the razor to his face. “Could have fooled me.” I concentrate. “I rode you pretty hard last night.”
He chuckles as he pulls my hips toward him on the counter. “And fucking loved it.”
I hold the razor up and bite my bottom lip as I focus.
He closes his eyes. “This isn’t a good idea.”
I slowly glide the razor down his cheek. “What isn’t?”
“A woman having a razor in the vicinity of my throat, can’t end well.”
I giggle. “I’m actually good at this.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Why are you shaving on holiday, anyway?”
“Because I want to kiss you and my stubble is sharp as fuck.”
“Aww . . . your first sacrifice for me.” I pause and smile as I run my hand through his messed- up hair. “You’re so sweet . . . Pooky bear,” I say in a baby voice.
He rolls his eyes. “Hurry up.” He stretches his face out. “And don’t call me Pooky bear, it’s emasculating.”
“Oh please, Mr. Miles, you do know that you’re going to be my bitch by the end of the week . . . right?” I tease.
He smiles and takes the razor from me. “I wouldn’t count on it.”
“What are we doing today?” I ask.
“Whatever you want.”
“Oh . . . what shall we do? The possibilities are endless.” I smile dreamily.
He washes the razor out under the tap and then picks up my toiletry bag; he takes out my contraceptive pill pack and studies it. He pops out today’s pill and holds it on the end of his finger for me. I take it from him and swallow it down.