Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“You do too,” she returns breathlessly. “Not sweet, but hot. Really, really hot.”
I’d laugh at the clarification if I weren’t blinded by my own raw need.
Our mouths remain locked in a battle, hands moving in an urgent race against time as we strip away layers of clothing, mostly hers, desperate to bridge the gap between us.
Once I have her down to the bare minimum, I flick the clasp of her black lace bra, eager to feel every inch of her exposed skin.
Her ample tits tumble into my waiting hands, the contact an accelerant to the fire roaring beneath my skin.
“Look how fucking pretty these are.” A growl shreds my throat as I test the heavy weight in each hand, my fingers deftly tweaking and teasing the hard pink nubs.
Moaning, she drops her head back against the door, her face soft with pleasure. It gives me the perfect opportunity to take one candy pink nipple into my mouth.
“Oh.” Her hot little whimper shoots straight to my cock. She turns into a writhing mess beneath my touch as I suckle and tease, desperate for more, and I gladly give it to her.
Dropping to my knees, I tear the black material from her hips in a single motion before burying my mouth against her hot, wet flesh.
“Oh god!” Her cry of pleasure decimates the silence, shattering the chaos roaring through my veins.
I groan at the flavor exploding on my tongue, her sweet essence seeping into every pore of my body—a perfect blend of pleasure and purity, sin and innocence. Even though there isn’t a sinful bone in her beautiful body.
Each moan and gasp that pours from her lips is a symphony of desire, setting the cadence for every lash of my tongue. I pay meticulous attention to the bundle of nerves swelling against it and it drives her fucking wild.
Fisting my hair, she thrusts against my face, greedily riding my tongue.
I groan my approval and lick her harder and faster until she has no choice but to succumb to the pleasure.
The sound of her heated cries reverberates through the air, echoing through every frantic beat of my heart.
I barely give her time to come down from the high before I climb to my feet and lift her into my arms, driven by a need so fierce I’m fucking blinded by it.
“I need to be inside you right now.”
Now that I’ve had a taste, I need it all.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Take me.” Her legs curl around my waist and her arms around my neck.
Pinning her against the door, I’m just about to free myself and drive up inside of her when I’m reminded I have no protection. I haven’t needed any, not since Poppy has come to live with me. The sudden realization has me ready to fucking weep.
“Shit!” My head drops on her shoulder, every muscle straining as I fight the overwhelming urge to take her.
“What is it?” she worries breathlessly. “What’s wrong?”
Lifting my head, I meet the warmth of her gaze. “Any chance you’re on the pill?”
Usually, I wouldn’t bother asking because it wouldn’t matter. I’d still use protection, but the girl in my arms is different. She has been since the moment I met her, and if there is a chance to have her with nothing between us, I’m taking it. Hell, even if she isn’t on the pill, I’d still risk it, and if that doesn’t say how far gone I am over this woman, then I don’t know what does.
Realization finally sets in for her. “Why, do you not have anything?”
I shake my head, my jaw locking in frustration. “It’s not something I’ve bothered to keep on hand since Poppy.”
Something I didn’t even give a shit about until this woman came along.
“I’m on the pill,” she says. “And I haven’t been with anyone in almost two years.”
That should make me feel better, but it doesn’t because I don’t want to think of her ever being with anyone else. I want to be the only one to ever have her like this, no matter how unrealistic that is.
“I’m okay if we don’t use one,” she adds, her hand lifting to my face. “I trust you.” The sincerity that follows those two words changes everything in this moment.
Suppressing the urge threatening to unleash, I push away from the door and carry her into the living room.
Confusion forms on her face as she clings to me. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you more comfortable.” With one arm wrapped around her waist, I flick on the fireplace and Christmas lights before gently laying her out in front of the warm flames.
Standing, I take in the sight before me, mesmerized by the glow dancing across her naked body.
If I wasn’t sure what an angel looked like before, I sure as hell do now.
“A romantic, Cross?” she quips in surprise. “I had no idea.”