Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
“It was a nail,” I protest even as I feel the shape of his upturned lips.
“Outside of that, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you the experiences you want. But make no mistake, it can only ever be sex.”
“That’s all I want,” I breathe, wondering how much longer before my knees give out and my hair is yanked from the roots. That’s all it can be.
“That’s settled then.” I feel the loss of his heat immediately when he releases my ponytail and steps back. “Take off your dress.”
A cold, clinical command, contradicted by his heated expression and the proud outline of his cock in his pants. His cock. How many times have I imagined it? Let me put it this way: if I had a dollar for each time I’d closed my eyes and conjured it, I’d have a very fat piggy bank.
“If you stop trying to imagine my cock, we might get to the part where I get it out.”
“Do I only get to look at it?” I ask in a soft tease.
“By the time you take that dress off, it might be too old to work.”
“I’m doing it,” I announce with a soft giggle as I twist one arm behind my back and the other over my shoulder.
“Turn around.” His hand loops my waist as he turns me with an air of frustration.
“Whatever you say… Daddy.” The words drip like ice cream from my tongue.
He makes the kind of sound I find hard to categorize. Pleased? Gratified? Turned on? The important thing is the way my skin heats and the stirring of the soft wisps of hair on the back of my neck the minute before his lips brush there. I feel all hot and shivery and all kinds of treasured, and I’m glad there isn’t a mirror in front of me now because I’m smiling stupidly. Meanwhile, Whit makes quick work of the fastenings.
“What is it about that you like?” he asks as he slides my dress over my shoulders, pausing mid-bicep.
“Daddy Whit?” I glance over my shoulder, but I can’t see his expression and get the sense he’s avoiding my gaze. “I don’t have daddy issues if that’s what you’re asking. You’ve met my dad.” I turn my head back with a grimace. Why’d I have to say that?
“I find it helps if you try not to think about family when you’re about to fuck.”
“That’s good advice.” I don’t want him thinking about Connor again.
“Daddy in this context is very different.”
“I’ll say.” Again with the smiling. “I guess it just reminds me of the first time. I would never have thought back then…”
“That it would’ve turned you on?”
That it would send a wave of excitement from my belly button to my groin. “I just found the whole thing so incredibly sexy.” Understatement of the year.
“Why do you think that is?” His thumbs glide over my bare shoulders, hooking my bra straps out of the way.
“Probably because you took care of me.” Which is weird because my family—nope! “I mean, you took care of me,” I add in a ya-know tone. “I felt like I was the center of your world. Does that sound silly?” I glance his way again.
“No.” His words are as soft as his stroking fingers. “Not silly at all. You were a gift.” His lips are a warm brush against my skin. As if I could somehow preserve the sensation in my memory, my eyelids drop like the shutter of an old camera. “Your enjoyment is my prize.”
“I’ve never felt like that,” I whisper, reveling in the contact. “You made me feel so safe.” A thought from my subconscious, but I realize it’s true.
“You’re always safe with me.”
“I know.” I really do.
My breath catches, my bones almost liquifying as he presses his teeth to the juncture of my shoulder and neck. “Safe with me to explore.” I’m so dazed, my whole being just lust-hazed. I almost don’t notice him sliding my bra straps back in place, but there’s no need to panic as my dress slips to the floor. “Let’s pick up where we left off in the closet, shall we?” He takes my hand, and I turn to face him.
He is so handsome, wild-eyed, and darkly stubbled. And he’s mine. Finally.
18
WHIT
Heels. Long, shapely legs. Gossamer fine lingerie. Fuckable tits and a mouth I don’t know whether I want to kiss or defile with my dick.
Both, obviously. But which first?
Amelia Valente has a body built for sin. A mind too, if I’m not mistaken. Under that very real dappling of sunshine there’s a curiosity for pleasure. Pleasure I can and will give her again and again. It’s little wonder her parents sought to protect her for so long because she’s the kind of girl men like me live to corrupt.
I curl my hand around the full curve of her hip, and it seems to rise all by itself, sliding over her waist, higher over her rib cage. My mouth waters to taste her, the scent of her lingering on my tongue. The soft sigh she releases as I cup her breast sounds like pure encouragement. As I swipe the pad of my thumb over her nipple, making it stiffen, the transparency of her bra offering me that much.