Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I shouldn’t have felt so needy for him, after having him twice that night already, but there was an ever-present aching between my thighs that made me practically want to jump him the moment he finally came back in the door.
“Get yourself acquainted with everything?” he asked.
“I did. It almost feels a shame that this place is empty most of the time,” I admitted.
“Sometimes it’s not. If someone just wants a couple of days away or something like that, they might come here to unwind. Or if there is a bachelorette party or a girls night. Anything like that. We just have a lot of rules about it for obvious reasons.”
“That makes sense,” I agreed as Nino went to the coffee pot. I must have given him a look because he shrugged. “Dunno. It’s just a family thing, I guess. Whenever something is going on, someone makes a pot of coffee, and everyone drinks it. Doesn’t matter what time it is.”
“You’re not planning on going to bed tonight?” I asked. “With me?” I added.
That had his gaze sliding in my direction, a sexy smirk toying with his lips. “Sweetheart, if I ever turn you down on that offer, I want you to grab one of my guns and put me down,” he said, making a weird, choked laugh escape me. “Are you tired now?” he asked, voice soft.
“No, actually,” I said, walking over toward him, and running my hands up his chest.
“Oh,” he said, eyes going instantly heated.
“Yes. Several please,” I demanded sweetly, getting a surprised chuckle out of him.
“You’re a pretty fucking exceptional woman, you know that?” he asked as his hands went down my back to sink into my ass, using it to pull me flush to his body, and I could feel his cock pressing into me as my own desire ignited.
“I wouldn’t mind you telling me in all the ways I am exceptional,” I said, teasing.
But Nino went ahead and launched into it.
“First, there’s that smile of yours,” he told me, pressing little kisses across my lips. “Feels like I’m basking in the sun when it’s pointed in my direction,” he told me. “Then there’s the way you talk about shit. With your whole heart. The interest you show everyone you come in contact with,” he told me, raining kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. “Your love of all the simple things in life,” he went on as he ducked down, grabbing the backs of my knees, and yanking me up, placing me down on the counter.
Pressing me flat across the island, he towered over me, his hands gliding over my stomach, up my chest, cupping my breasts. I arched into the touch, let out a whimper that pleaded for more. He was too happy to oblige, his fingers finding the peaks of my nipples through the thin material, and working them into tightened buds.
“Then there’s the way you moan when I do this,” he said, leaning down, and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, dragging the sound out of me as he did so.
His lips sucked.
His tongue darted out, teasing around, wetting the material of my shirt so that when he moved across my chest, the coldness of it on my skin created its own sort of spark of need in my system.
“And, I can’t forget about this one last, very important thing,” he said, looking down at me as his hands toyed up and down my thighs.
“What’s that?” I asked, voice breathy.
“How fucking sweet your pussy is,” he said.
And then his mouth was on me, his tongue was working me, his fingers were in me.
My back arched off of the island as my hand grabbed the back of his neck, holding him to me, but he had no plans on trying to retreat.
No.
He worked me relentlessly to and through the first orgasm that had me crying out, the sound echoing back in the big, open space.
“That’s one,” he murmured.
Then he was grabbing me. Impatient hands dragged me back down off the counter, turning me, and bending me forward over it this time.
There was a moment of anticipation as he freed himself, protected us.
My skirt was flipped upward, exposing me to him, and his hand landed with a loud thwack on my ass, the pain/pleasure mixture making me arch my butt up toward him.
He obliged, landing another slap to the other cheek before I felt his cock gliding up and down my cleft, teasing me, waiting for me to be writhing and whimpering.
Then, yes, begging, for it.
“Nino, please.”
His cock slammed inside of me then, taking every inch of me, damn near making me come right then as my walls tightened around him.
“Fuck,” he growled.
Then his hands were grabbing me at the back of my hips, yanking me back into him as he thrust forward.