Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Where did that come from?” She giggles as she pulls away. I don’t let her get too far.
“It’s been the only thing on my mind since I met you.” It’s almost the truth, too. But fucking her brains out has taken its own share of real estate in my head.
“Then do it again.”
And like the good soldier I am, I do as instructed.
Unlike the first kiss, I throw myself into this one harder. No gentle start, allowing my tongue to bash through the barrier of her lips, and get inside her mouth.
It won’t be the first hole it tastes tonight, but savoring every step is important.
Her tiny frame against my enormous block of rod further fuels the flames burning through my body. If there was any holding back before, it’s gone now. I’ve strayed off the beaten path, and I’ve gotten lost somewhere in the lunacy that there may be a chance we walk away from this together.
And if that never comes to pass, I’m not going to miss my opportunity to claim her. Married to Nasir or not, Melina Remington is mine.
8
MELINA
Any thoughts, earnest or not, that Malik wanted to spend more time with me to gather information disappeared when the monster in him saved me from the creep. The way he wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss to settle my nerves only enhanced my beliefs.
“Oh, my hero, how will I ever repay you for saving me?” I giggle as the silly words leave my lips. Any feelings of being unsettled or uncomfortable wash away with his second kiss, and gleeful excitement cuts straight to the surface.
I know where this is heading, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. It’s the real reason I wanted him to find me after all—to finish what he started under that table.
“I can think of a few ways,” Malik’s eyes narrow as a naughty smile stretches across his lips. “You can take off your panties to start.”
My heart starts pounding like a drum in my chest, and my cheeks instantly start to burn red hot. But if it’s panties he wants, it’s panties he’ll get.
“Coming right up … or right off.” I give him a wink and spin around on my heels. Why not give him a show while I deliver?
I lift my dress higher up my thighs, hooking it firmly around my waist. Turning to face him over my shoulder, I see his attention locked on the thin white fabric he’s already become very familiar with.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I start lowering them. But as I do, I bend forward to give him a great view of my ass. And the slack-jawed expression on his face is all I need. My panties fall to the floor, and while still bent, I collect them, squeezing my ass out as far as it can go.
He can see everything now, and his unblinking stare says he’s loving every second of it.
“Here you go,” I say as sultry as I can muster. The damp white material is draped over my palm while my free hand returns my dress to its original state.
Malik grabs it from my hands and, without thinking, presses it to his face. He inhales deeply, breathing in my scent. It inspires an animalistic roar that propels him forward and into another heated kiss.
He lifts my dress back over my ass while he guides me to the chair. Our mouths never break free from one another, but I allow my hands to start their exploration of Malik. From his broad shoulders, trailing his muscular arms, and sinking down his abdomen. Malik’s a pure block of rock-hard muscle, and the feeling of it against my fingers makes my pussy tingle.
As he sits me down, I finally grab the slab of meat between his legs. It’s tented so tight against his pants, I struggle to get a grip on it. But as I shift the material around and wrap my palm around him, my fingers can’t touch the other side.
Oh, fuck, he’s going to tear me in half. It’s both terrifying and exciting.
Malik drops to his knees. Even down there, he’s nearly as tall as me on the chair.
His hands never stop their exploration of my body. I can feel the heat from his burning fingertips through my dress as they caress my sides before finding their place, cupping my breasts.
He breaks our kiss with a soft groan. “I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he mutters, but it seems more to himself than me.
His pause doesn’t last long before his mouth finds flesh again. It starts at my neck, trails down my shoulders, and finishes its journey when he buries his face between my cleavage.
“Do it then,” I sputter. Any attempts at flirting or trying to carry any power in this situation have disappeared. Malik’s turning my brain to mush, twisting my wants and desires to one thing alone.