Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Mmm…He tastes clean. Male.
Maxim’s mouth drops open. Alessia continues to suck, watching his pupils dilate as his eyes linger on her mouth. His response is arousing. Who knew she had the power to stir him? It’s a revelation. She scrapes her teeth against the pad of his finger, and he groans.
“Screw the pie,” he says, almost to himself and he withdraws his finger slowly from her mouth. He clasps her head and kisses her, his tongue going the way of his finger. Wet. Hot. Exploring and claiming her. Alessia responds immediately, her fingers twisting in his hair and hungrily kissing him back. He tastes of banoffee pie and Maxim. It’s a heady mix.
“Bed or chess?” he murmurs against her lips.
Again? Yes! A thrill travels at light speed through her body.
“Bed.”
“Good answer.” He caresses her cheek, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip, and smiles, his eyes alight with sensual promise. Taking each other’s hand, they walk upstairs. On the threshold of the bedroom, he flips the wall switch so that only the bedside lamps illuminate the room. He turns unexpectedly and kisses her, his hands on each side of her face as he backs her against the wall. Her heart begins to pound as he presses his body along the length of hers. He wants her. She can feel him.
“Touch me,” he breathes. “Everywhere.” And his lips are on hers again, possessive and needy, coaxing a moan from deep in her throat. “Yes. Let me hear you.” His hands slide down to her waist. She splays her hands on his chest while his lips continue to savor her mouth. When he releases her, they are both panting. He rests his forehead against hers, their breath mingling, both of them straining for air.
“What you do to me.” His voice is as soft as a spring breeze. He looks down at her, the longing in his eyes burning into her soul. He grips the hem of her top and pulls it over her head. She’s naked beneath, and her natural inclination is to cover her breasts. But he catches her hands and grips them, keeping his eyes on hers. “You’re stunning. Don’t hide.” He kisses her again while interlacing his fingers with hers so they are palm to palm. Holding her still, he continues the sweet invasion of her mouth. When she pulls away for air, he kisses her throat, her jaw, and his teeth skim her chin before he plants large wet kisses on the pulse point at her neck.
Her blood drums through her body with a reckless beat. Inside, she’s melting. Everywhere. She flexes her fingers, but he doesn’t let them go.
“Do you want to touch me?” he asks against her throat.
She groans.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” she whispers, and he tugs her earlobe gently with his teeth. Squirming against him, she moans and flexes her fingers again. This time he releases her and his hands grab her hips and tug her against his erection.
“Feel me,” he murmurs.
She does. All of him.
Ready. Waiting. For her.
Her heart stutters, and she gasps.
He wants her. And she wants him.
“Undress me,” he coaxes, and her fingers find the hem of his T-shirt. Hesitating for only a moment, she drags it up and over his head. Once she’s dropped his clothes on the floor, he puts his hands on his head.
“Now what are you going to do with me?” he asks, and a pleased, sexy smile curls his lips.
Alessia inhales, overwhelmed by his bold invitation as her eyes flit over his body. Her fingers are itching to touch him. To feel his skin beneath hers.
“Go on,” he whispers, a seductive challenge in his voice. She wants to touch his chest, his stomach, his belly. She wants to kiss him there, too. The thought elicits a strange, delicious tightening deep inside her. Hesitantly, she raises her hand, and with her index finger she traces a line from his chest down between his abdominal muscles to his navel. His eyes never leave hers, his breath hitches, and she continues skating her finger down over his belly through the hair to the top button of his jeans. Her courage deserts her, and she hesitates.
Maxim grins and grabs her hand, raising it to his lips and kissing her fingertips. He turns it over and places his lips and the tip of his tongue on the inside of her wrist where her blood is pumping. He circles his tongue deliberately over her pulse, and Alessia gasps. With a smile he releases her and clasps her head. His lips find hers once more, and he explores her mouth.
She’s panting when he lets her go. “My turn,” he says. And with infinite care and a feather-light touch, he trails his index finger between her breasts, down her stomach, to her navel, which he rings twice before proceeding to the waistband of her pj’s. Alessia’s heart starts thumping, echoing in an insane rhythm in her head.