Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 111138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
She was tugging at his tank, dragging it up over his chest and kissing his skin as it was revealed. They awkwardly managed to remove it completely before she was on her knees and yanking at his drawstring gym pants. She fumbled impatiently with the ties and finally got them undone. She shoved his pants down past his thighs and reached beneath the waistband of his boxers to free his rampant cock. She was moving entirely too fast, and he was about to pull her back up to take control and slow things down, when she took him into her mouth.
He groaned and fell back against the wall, thumping his head in the process. He didn’t even register the pain as she continued to lick and suck her way up and down his shaft.
“Fuuuuck. Don’t stop,” he implored, and she looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes. There was too much vulnerability in them—this didn’t feel right. It killed Sam, but he reached down and encircled her arm with his hand and pulled her up. She released him reluctantly, and despite the absolute pain he felt at the interrupted blow job, he gave her a gentle smile.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please let me.”
“Ssh,” he responded before claiming her lips again. But this time the kiss was softer, deeper, filled with the tenderness and reverence she deserved. When it ended she shook her head.
“No. Not like that. I want hard. I want rough. No gentleness. Not tonight.” Her words made him frown. Her texts had put him in a playful, sexy mood . . . he hadn’t been expecting another frantic coupling. They’d had plenty of those over the last twenty-four hours. He wanted fun and flirty tonight. But clearly Lia needed something else.
She kissed him again, and her hand dropped to his straining length. Sam hissed at her touch, but she quickly released him and turned to stand with her back against the wall.
“Here. Like you said earlier. Up against the wall.” Sam made a feral sound at the back of his throat and moved to cage her body with his, placing his good arm against the wall while he kept his cast out of the way for fear of hurting her with it.
“There’s a condom in my pocket. Put it on me, then wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist,” he urged hoarsely, and she obeyed without hesitation. Her back was supported against the wall while she hung on to him with her arms and legs.
He grunted in satisfaction and reached between them—gratified to discover she wasn’t wearing panties after all—to take his shaft in hand and position himself at her entrance. He braced his arm against the wall above her head for support and entered her with one long, delicious stroke.
They both cried out when he was fully sheathed, and he stood like that for a moment until she wriggled against him.
“Do it,” she urged. “Hard and fast, please.”
“Fuck me, it drives me wild when you say please,” he growled against her mouth and gave her exactly what she asked for.
It was hot and hard and fast and dirty. And it was over sooner than Sam would have liked. They ended on a rare mutual, mind-blowing orgasm that left them sagging against each other for a second before they ran out of strength and slowly melted to the floor.
Afterward they sat side by side, breathing heavily, with their backs against the wall.
“You okay, sunshine?” he asked after he’d finally managed to regulate his breathing.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I really needed that.”
Which didn’t exactly answer his question.
“Do you want to talk?” he asked softly. “About earlier? About the engagement.”
She turned her head and looked at him for a long, unfathomable moment, a small frown furrowing her brow while her teeth worried her lower lip.
“I have to get home,” she said.
“Lia . . .”
“I’ll see you at breakfast.” She leaned over and gave him a quick, wholly unsatisfying peck on the lips before pushing herself up from the floor.
“Lia. Wait . . .” She didn’t; she picked up her little cardigan and bag where she had dropped them at the front door and was gone before he even managed to get up off the floor.
He wasn’t sure he liked these fucking rules of hers. It was amazing how much he’d learned about her over the last few days and how he knew that this behavior, this reluctance to share her thoughts, was completely aberrant for her.
He had enjoyed the Lia who had already envisioned her unborn nieces and made up names for them. Who had happily shared her misconceptions about his job and had sweetly sympathized with him about his supposed breakup. He wanted that Lia back. Sure, the sex they had now was scorching hot, but it left him feeling oddly hollow when she wouldn’t exchange a single meaningful word with him afterward. He was confusing himself with these unprecedented longings. Sam didn’t like discussing feelings with women at any time, and especially not after sex. He didn’t want to know their thoughts and emotions, and he for damned sure didn’t want to talk about his.