Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
“Arms up,” he said. “Good.” He lazily lowered my zipper and then gestured for me to return my arms to my sides. He gently tugged my straps over my shoulders and allowed my dress to slither down my body and puddle at my feet.
His eyes flared with carnal heat as he took in my corset and lacy panties—both were the same shade of ivory as my gown. He dropped to a crouch, taking me by surprise. I inhaled sharply as he ghosted the tip of his nose over the strip of panty-covered skin above my clit.
His hand went straight to one shoe strap. He deftly undid it before then doing the same to the other. “Step out of them.” As soon as I did, he set them aside and then straightened in a move so fluid it was almost snake-like.
Dipping his head to mine, he skimmed the length of his finger along the underneath of my jaw, took my bottom lip between both of his, gave said lip a tug … and then drew back, depriving me of the kiss he knew I craved.
This motherfucker.
“Bed.” His tone—so velvety, so deep, so confident—effortlessly compelled me to comply.
I walked to the bed and slid onto the mattress, positioning myself flat on my back. The bamboo sheets were cool and soft against my skin.
“Now stay there just like that.” He unzipped his fly and then shucked his slacks and underwear. His dick was full and aggressively hard. At least nine solid, thick inches. It was really no shock that my nipples tightened and my inner walls clenched.
Dax stalked to the foot of the bed, making my heartbeat lose its steady rhythm all over again. He leaned forward, gripped the waistband of my panties, and then drew them down my legs. His gaze darkened to flint as he stared at my pussy. “Bare, just as I requested.”
Well, I’d known I’d benefit from it.
He tossed my underwear on the floor. “I was going to wait until I was inside you before I let you come. But now …” He splayed his warm, strong hands on my legs and shoved them apart with such effortless strength and entitlement that it made me a little dizzy. “Now, I think I’ll reward you by letting you come when I eat you out.”
Awesome. The sooner we got to that part the better. I was already wet and ready. My body was suspended in a devastatingly high state of anticipation that was becoming increasingly intolerable.
Kneeling between my thighs, he said, “I hope you’re not attached to this.”
I frowned. “To what?”
He tore open my corset, making several of the little hooks hit the floor with a ping.
I dragged in a stunned breath, and his eyes dropped to my breasts. Stared with such unwavering intensity a self-conscious flush raced up my neck. His gaze lowered even further, taking in my navel piercing and also the Aztec flower tattoo that spanned the left side of my lower stomach.
He traced the tattoo with his fingertip. “This is new. I like it. Is this Caelan’s work?”
I shook my head. “I had it done while on vacation years ago.”
Dax skated his fingertip away from the tattoo and up to circle one nipple. “I’m going to spend some time with these pretty breasts.” He curled his body over mine and planted a fist either side of my head. “First, though”—he sucked at the curve of my mouth—“there’s something I need to do.”
I slid my hands over his solid shoulders. “What’s that?”
His lips came down on mine. Finally. He kissed me with a sensuous, mind-numbing, sexual expertise—the familiarity of it caused a hundred memories to rush at me full-force.
With each skilled stroke of his tongue, I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into the moment. Until my focus centered so fully on the kiss—on the warmth of his lips, the velvet feel of his tongue, the nip of his teeth—that the world around me faded away.
I felt like I was drowning in the chemical bliss that assaulted me. My head spun. My thoughts went fuzzy. My body heated and trembled.
I clutched at his shoulders, pricking my nails into his skin, desperate for more even though my lungs burned for air at this point. My clit tingling, I arched into him, all but molding my body into his, grinding against his cock.
Breaking the kiss, Dax skimmed his lips down my throat as he rested his weight over me, forcing my body to sink into the mattress. Gasping for air now that my mouth was free, I wrapped my legs around his hips. I couldn’t arch or grind again—his weight pinned me in place.
He nibbled at my little “happy” spot between my neck and shoulder, making tingly sparks of pleasure dart to my clit. Then he bit down. Hard.
I hissed. “Ow. That hurt.”