Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
No, this just feels too right—and that’s what worries me.
A hole opens in my stomach, knowing our paradise is only temporary.
It can’t be anything else.
Las Vegas is our break from reality, and soon we’ll be returning to the numbing, senseless rules and obligations that are destined to keep us apart.
As if on cue, Chris opens his eyes.
That lush jade-green hue turns teal when his irises catch the sunlight streaming in at just the right angle.
My heart flips over.
That’s when I notice something hard against my thigh.
Biting back a smile, I push my hand under the sheets, feeling him as he grinds against me.
“Already? Can’t you say good morning like a normal guy?” I laugh, loving how he looks at me.
“I save that for virgins, princess. You’re not one anymore, in case you hadn’t noticed.” With a wicked grin, he kisses me, bringing a thick hand between my legs.
All it takes is a few finger strokes to open me up, make me achingly wet, ready to surrender every inch of me.
“We should get up and do something,” I moan, suddenly feeling an urge to see the city again.
“We are,” he grumbles, fresh hunger in his eyes. “Unless you’ve got better plans than coming till you’re speechless.”
Wrecked.
I can’t believe how he turns me inside out with a few words.
Chris makes me feel safe, secure, and cherished in his arms. Remembering how the dead men threatened me, running their vile hands all over my body, doesn’t chase away my excitement.
Everything that happened just days ago feels like a vague nightmare from another life now.
I wonder if that’s shock setting in or if he’s that magical.
Right now, he’s ignoring anything I could say, moving over me with fierce, sucking kisses up my throat.
“Here’s your good morning,” he says, maneuvering his weight between my legs.
His cock teases my clit, dangerously close to taking me right now.
I need to stop before he goes in bare.
Before I beg.
I’ve been on the pill since I turned nineteen, but a little protection seems like the only good decision I’m still capable of making with this man.
Again, he smacks my clit with his length, drumming my flesh like he wants to kindle a fire.
Mission accomplished.
I gasp, smiling because I’m amazed at how hungry he still is.
An insecure part of me feared he’d be bored.
Now, there’s no denying he actually meant everything he said last night. And it still rings true here in the full golden light of a summer day in Vegas.
“You want to wake up, babe?” he teases, breaking the kiss. “Come with me.”
He pulls me up from the bed by one hand, stopping only to grab his pants. Probably for more condoms.
A minute later, we’re in the spacious shower together, naked behind the glass, dual waterfall showers spraying cool beads down our backs.
He eyes the rivulets running down my body like a desert creature mad with thirst—and he leans toward my neck, trailing the droplets to my breasts with his tongue.
God.
Being so exposed, so wanted, makes me more self-conscious than last night. I still can’t believe this sex-crazed badass wants me with such vigor.
But I’m starting to believe it’s true.
Especially as he pulls at my nipples, sucking each one into his mouth with a growl that vibrates through me to the bone.
The evil sensation makes me moan with delight.
Our bodies sing this fleshly duet, perfectly synced to taste and touch, scent and sight, lust and breath.
So perfectly wrong but so right.
I’m bursting at the seams.
Every sense comes alive like never before.
“Hands against the wall, princess. Bend, and I’ll do the rest,” he rumbles behind me, his voice boiling in my ear.
My breath catches, but I’m not protesting.
I’m just struggling to imagine his mouth working between my legs again, Chris mounting me from behind, his hand slapping my ass.
As if he’s read my mind, he sinks down on his knees, spreading my ass cheeks.
I can’t see his eyes, but I know he’s watching so intently it burns.
His gaze is all-consuming.
And his mouth finds my pussy from a new angle, his tongue darting over my seam.
My hips jerk from the sensation.
Good thing I’m braced against the wall.
If I was anywhere else, I’d fall right over.
I lean into it as he starts tonguing my clit.
This time, his licks alternate in hypnotic circles, slowly coalescing on my center before pushing deep inside my opening.
So deep.
His rough licks are worshipful.
He sucks without mercy.
His teeth drag me to the brink.
My vision blurs and muscles I didn’t know I had start to ripple, pulled taut by the pleasure.
“Let the fuck go, baby,” he orders, grabbing my thighs for support, holding me open. “I’ve got you, Delia, and I’m ready to savor every drop that gushes out of your hot little cunt when you come on my tongue.”
His mouth finds my clit again, completely merciless, but this time he adds two fingers, stroking my walls forcefully.