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)
Hard.
Deep.
But not fast. Dragging it out, making me feel each thick inch of him as he claimed me.
My arms shot out, hands grabbing the edge of the countertop as he fucked me harder still, driving me up toward that peak.
“Give it to me,” he hissed, voice rough.
And then I did.
Crying out as I came, my entire body shuddering hard with the orgasm.
“Two,” he hissed, sounding strained, desperate for release.
But then he was reaching for me again, grabbing me, turning me to face him, slamming me back against the counter, then reaching down to grab my leg, hitching it onto his hip. Then the other.
His arms went around me as he surged back inside of me, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
Yanking me up off my feet, he walked me across the suite, dropping himself down onto the couch with me straddling his lap.
“Ride me,” he demanded, eyes molten as they looked at me.
I didn’t need more encouragement than that.
I started to move, and Nino’s impatient hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, ripping it up and off me, exposing me to his greedy eyes.
A growl moved through him, making my walls clench hard as I moved, harder and faster. His hands were all over me. Moving up and down my thighs, my back, over my breasts, twisting my nipples, then sinking into my ass, pulling me up ever so slightly so he could thrust into me as my hips found the rhythm of circles that my body was craving.
“Come on,” he growled, his hips thrusting faster and faster, so close to that edge himself. “Give me one more.”
Then I did.
Almost screaming out his name as I collapsed forward into him, the orgasm stealing any strength I had left in my body.
“Good girl,” he murmured as the waves kept crashing through me. He rode them with me at the end, hissing out my name in my ear as he came.
We stayed there after for what seemed like forever, yet nowhere near long enough. Our bodies were close, my head nestled in his neck. His hands moved over me like he couldn’t get enough of touching me.
“You need to get it,” I said when his phone started to ring on the kitchen counter, and I tried to move away, but he reached for me.
The sigh that exhaled out of him made a smile spread across my face as I slowly slid off of his lap, standing at his feet, and sliding my skirt down to the floor.
“Don’t worry,” I said as his hungry gaze moved over me. “I’ll be waiting here for you when you’re done.”
That seemed to be enough for him.
He got up, dealt with the condom, washed his hands, then went to call back whomever he’d missed a call from.
As for me, sex-sated, and so full of happiness that I felt weightless, I went ahead and walked around the suite. Yes, bare-ass naked.
Did I do this mostly because I could feel Nino’s gaze on me as I ran my finger of the spines of books in the living room, as I gathered up my clothes and folded them into a pile, as I walked into the kitchen, pressing my chest to his like there wasn’t enough room in the space as I went to get a glass of water?
Abso-freaking-lutely.
When you had a man like Nino Grassi that into you, you damn sure soaked up every bit of that adoration.
Even as he was on the phone, his hand reached out, grazing over my hip. And when I passed him to move out of the kitchen again, his lips pressed down to kiss the top of my head as I passed.
I let him watch my ass as I made my way into the bedroom, going into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, then making my way to the bed that was calling me, knowing full well that he would be joining me the second he was done with his phone call.
It took him the better part of an hour to come into the bedroom.
Admittedly, I’d been half-dozing once again. What can I say? Several sex sessions, a drive-by shooting, and a relocation had wiped me the heck out. I’m sure all the scotch wasn’t helping anything.
But the sound of his footsteps had my lashes fluttering open, finding him bringing the bag he’d packed into the room, and setting it on the floor of the closet to be dealt with in the morning. I watched as he moved into the bathroom, likely to brush his teeth for bed, then went toward the dresser, pulling off his watch and belt, then removing his clothes. I saw him go toward the closet, like he was going to find something else to wear.
It was then that I broke the silence.
“You don’t need to put anything on,” I called, whipping open the blankets to invite him in.