Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
My belly drops, putting a delicious pressure on my vagina.
He wants me.
He could hit any bar in the city with his World Series ring and pick up any woman he wanted.
But he’s here, and he wants me.
And I know how much he values my brother’s friendship.
He’s not acting on this because I’m easy. He’s acting on this because he wants me.
I’m not sure anything in my life has ever aroused me more.
“Why aren’t we in your bedroom?” I whisper as I brush a kiss to his jaw.
“Because I want to make love to you under an ugly Christmas tree decorated with pasta and Halloween lights.”
Oh my god.
He wants me, and he gets me, and nothing else matters.
I lunge for the button on his jeans, kissing him like he’s my lifeline. He slides his hands beneath my waistband and cradles my ass, kneading my cheeks while he presses his erection harder into my belly.
And after jerky motions to rip off the rest of our clothes, both of us laughing and panting and unable to keep our hands and our kisses to ourselves, we’re finally tumbling naked onto the floor beside our rescue tree, his mouth on all of me, my hands roaming his hot, bare skin.
“You feel even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined me?” I whisper.
“I tried so hard not to. So hard. For years. But I can’t resist you anymore.”
This is the best Christmas present ever.
Kissing Trevor. Licking his skin. Exploring his body. Giving in to the urge to let him have all of me, and to take everything that I want.
Have I had a crush on this man forever?
Yes.
But did I ever think he would not only notice me, but find me attractive enough to want to do what he’s doing to my breasts right now?
Never.
Never in a million years could I have dreamed that Trevor Stafford would be sucking on my nipples under a Christmas tree while his long, capable fingers tease my clit and my vagina, making me pant and want and writhe and twist and completely lose myself in the feel of him coaxing an orgasm out of me.
“Trevor,” I gasp.
“Jesus, you’re fucking amazing. So hot. So wet. Meg, you feel so good.”
I’m still coming, my vagina clenching around his fingers while he presses his thumb to my clit, my hips arching into his hand as sweet wave after sweet wave flows through my body until my shoulders collapse back onto the floor.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
He kisses the hollow between my breasts. “Best workout I’ve had all week.”
“Poor baby, working so hard. You should lie back and let me take care of you now.”
“Meg… Jesus.” His cock twitches against my leg, and it takes effort, but I force him onto his back.
I’m not risking that shoulder of his.
And I’m not letting this man go without an orgasm of his own.
“Meg—” he starts when I straddle him.
I arch a brow and wait while he squeezes his eyes shut and takes three labored breaths.
Oh, wow.
Is he that close to coming?
I wiggle my hips against his erection.
He hisses out a short breath, grabs my hips, and holds me still.
“Am I driving you wild?” I whisper.
“So fucking much. And I just jerked off in the shower while fantasizing about you.”
Oh my holy gingerbread, that’s hot. “Maybe I should get some ice to cool you down.”
His eyes flare wide and connect with mine. “Fuck me, you’re a dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you?”
I scoot down his body, letting my stomach and my breasts brush his penis, loving the way his breathing goes even more ragged. When I lick him from root to tip, then suck his erection into my mouth, the heady goddamn, Meg that echoes through the room sets my satisfied vagina back to I need this man deep inside me mode.
But first, I suck him deeper, rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue while he fists my hair and his hips buck beneath me.
Not hard—I can tell he’s holding back—but enough to know that I’m driving him wild.
I love driving him wild.
I love that he wants me.
I cannot believe we’re here, together, naked, exploring each other’s bodies and indulging in ultimate pleasure, and yet nothing has ever felt so right.
And I love that he’s suddenly wrenching me off of him, flipping me onto my back, and staring with very dark, very serious eyes straight into my soul.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, “and I’m going to fuck you hard and deep for as long as I can, and then I’m going to carry you to bed, sleep for twenty minutes, because I’m an old bastard, and then I’m going to eat your pussy, and then I’m going to make love to you long and slow, and that’s everything I want to do for the rest of my life.”