Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Yet . . .
I couldn’t stop kissing him, and I couldn’t stop the wave of longing that swept through me.
When I began moving again, slower this time, Troy stayed a statue. Only his face twisted with satisfaction as I eased up and down. Stroke after long stroke, I found my tempo. When I lifted up and braced my hands against the headboard, I could move faster.
His question came from the back of his throat. “Can I come?”
It felt so fucking good, I was sure I could wring another orgasm quickly from my body. “Not yet,” I cried.
It was not the answer he wanted, and in my greed, I hadn’t realized I’d pushed him to the brink. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me, then suddenly turned us over so I was flat on my back, the sheets beneath me.
I gasped as he guided himself inside my body and drove deep, his hands cuffing my wrists and pressing them to the mattress. Denied too long, Troy took control. I gaped up at him in awe, utterly thrilled by the ruthless way he took me. He rutted like a beast.
Determination etched his face and burned in his eyes as he fucked me. The slam of his body against mine was violent and it shook the bed. This wasn’t a man wanting to please . . . he’d done that already.
This was a man wanting to find his end.
I marveled at his raw display, how he acted as if his need for me was consuming him. The sexual creature inside me wanted to burst. It was beyond sexy and whispered the power I thought I’d relinquished was still there—it’d only shifted.
His grip on my wrists tightened as he approached his climax, and the furious tempo of his thrusts became uneven. A deep moan climbed out of his chest on his final thrust, and as he came, Troy collapsed forward onto me, flattening his sweat-damp skin to mine.
The rhythmic pulses of his orgasm felt so incredibly good, I moaned in sync with him. He lay on top of me for a long moment, shuddering and spent, before collecting himself and rising onto his arms.
I didn’t understand the expression he was wearing. Was he ashamed of how rough he’d been?
Oh.
My breath caught as he sank down my body, making the sheets beneath us rustle as he shifted over them. Was he going to—
Yes.
He was.
I arched my back, bowing off the bed in surprise when he nuzzled his face between my thighs. Holy shit, it was fucking dirty.
And I loved it. My hands speared into his hair, holding onto him as he worked to complete his task. Every flick of his tongue was a jolt of bliss.
My voice was heavy, weighed down with debauchery. “Oh, God, yes. Make me come again.”
He issued a sound of approval, and hearing him enjoying what he was doing was all it took to send me flying.
The orgasm ripped through me as fire and I was left blissfully tingling in its aftermath. As soon as I stopped shuddering, he dropped a line of kisses across my belly, working his way back to me.
He’d gone from reluctant submissive to dominant and back again, and I couldn’t tell which version of him I enjoyed more. I liked playing either role myself. We were so perfectly matched in the bedroom and in music, and if I could be honest with myself for once, I would admit how I wanted to know where else we aligned.
If I could have ordered the universe to send me the perfect man, custom made just for me . . . how close did Troy come to that?
FIFTEEN
Troy
My disoriented eyes blinked open. Where the fuck was I? The bedroom was unfamiliar, and then my gaze went to the empty spot beside me in the bed. Erika’s bed. I’d passed out after the mind-blowing sex and now I had no idea what time it was or where she had run off to.
The clock on her side of the bed said it was nearly two a.m.
I was parched, and I needed to find her, so I kicked off the covers, pulled on my underwear, and headed for the kitchen. Hopefully she’d gone there to get a drink and that was all. She wasn’t hiding from me in some other room of the house, freaked out by what we’d done and that I hadn’t left yet.
It was possible, because I was a guy, and I didn’t always understand what a girl was thinking, or if I’d made a mistake.
The kitchen was empty, though.
I figured out where the glasses were, filled one with water from the dispenser in the fridge door, and then drank it in large gulps while I stood in the dark room. Fucking her had been a workout and I needed to hydrate.