Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
She moans and runs a hand between her legs, but I stop her, pinning it to the mattress.
“Only I get to touch you,” I say as I kiss her neck.
“Do it, then,” she says softly, her voice filled with frustration.
I can’t deny her any longer. Not this time. I slide her panties off and when I kiss her inner thigh, she gasps and puts a hand in my hair.
“Don’t,” she whispers. “I’m so close. You’ll make me come.”
“That’s actually my plan,” I say lightly.
“Inside me,” she says. “Please.”
My whole body is wound tight with arousal as I move on top of her and slowly sink inside. She’s everything I dreamed she would be and more. Tight, wet, and so fucking responsive.
We groan in unison as I fill her completely, slowly easing out and then slamming back into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, moving her hips in time with mine.
Her eyes are a hundred shades of brown and gold. I press my forehead to hers as she cries out, getting close.
“Oh…oh my God…Colby.”
She’s practically panting now, her nails sinking into my back as she grinds against me. She cries out suddenly, and the feel of her orgasm milking my cock spurs on my own climax as I empty myself inside her.
Breathing hard, I move to lie beside her, staring up at the ceiling as I come down from the high. I had a feeling we’d have great sex, but great isn’t the right word for it.
“That was incredible,” she says. “I want more.”
“Give me five minutes.”
“Yeah?” She turns her head to look at me, her expression hopeful.
“Yeah.”
She laces her fingers through mine and speaks softly. “I never said thank you.”
“For what?”
“You know.”
“You’re welcome.”
She snuggles into my side. “Is that pasta I smelled when I walked in?”
“Yep.”
We’ll eat later. Much later. I’m going to spend at least the next couple of hours in bed discovering what she likes, other than being told what to do.
I already know she’s a big fan of that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mila
I’m so warm. I’m half-asleep, half-awake, trying to go all the way back to sleep, when I realize why I’m so warm. Colby is wrapped around me, my back to his chest. He has an arm curled around me and one leg entwined with mine, too.
It’s nice, but I won’t be able to go back to sleep. This is the first time I’ve woken up next to a man I had sex with the night before. I’m not the warm and fuzzy affectionate type, and I was raised to never let my guard down.
I move one of my feet slightly and Colby shifts, kissing my hair.
“You’re awake,” he says.
“Yeah, what time is it?”
He lifts his head to look at a clock on the nightstand. “7:12.”
Groaning, I roll over and he moves to his back. I always arrive at the office by seven thirty in the morning. We were up really late last night, though.
My hips and butt are sore, but the rest of my body is still in an ultra-relaxed, post-orgasmic state. I get it now—why hockey players are hyped as the best lovers. Colby doesn’t wear out. I was the one who finally passed out around 4:00 a.m.
“I need to get to work,” I say.
As I move to get up, his arm reaches out, holding me onto the bed. “Not yet.”
I feel a clenching sensation between my legs. Normally, I don’t like being told what to do, but when he’s commanding in the bedroom, I’m more than eager to do what he wants.
“I have a meeting at nine and I’m not prepared for it.”
He’s up on an elbow, his tongue swirling around my nipple. God, it feels amazing. I close my eyes and let the sensation wash through me. I never do this—just let myself be and feel. I’m always rushing between meetings, overthinking everything, and falling into bed exhausted. In this moment, there are no meetings or deadlines. Just warm skin on mine. Deft fingertips tweaking one of my nipples while he sucks and licks the other one.
His eyes are hooded with lust as he lifts his face and says, “Turn over onto your stomach.”
It’s so damn sexy the way he knows I’ll do it. I’d do pretty much anything he asked right now, my body wound tight with desire for his touch.
I flip over and he moves my hair aside, stroking his fingertips up and down my back. He takes his time, touching me from ankle to shoulder. I moan softly, trying to press my back against his fingers to deepen our contact.
“Don’t move,” he says in my ear.
I freeze, desire pooling between my legs. It’s excruciatingly good, being so turned on and not being able to do a thing about it.
“You don’t just get up and leave this bed when I’m hard for you,” Colby says, his breath dancing over the skin of my ear and neck. “When we wake up together, you’ll spread your legs for me and I’ll play with your pussy for as long as I want. You can rule the whole fucking world when you leave this bed, but when you’re here, I’m the one who’s in charge.”