Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Hmm.” He walks to the wall of windows and looks out over the city as I go to my bathroom. I take off my dress and undergarments and change into a pair of leggings and a tank then grab two towels and walk to where he’s standing, handing him one while using mine to dry my hair. “I don’t have any clothes that will fit you, but I can toss your shirt in the dryer if you want.”
“That’d be good.” He unhooks his cufflinks then pulls the bottom of his shirt from his pants before working on the buttons. I try not to stare at him, but it’s impossible not to admire his fingers as they work or his torso as he bares it to me.
Once his shirt is off, I take it from him with my shaking hands. I don’t look at him as I walk across the room to the dryer to toss it in. As I press start, the teakettle whistles, so I go to the kitchen, grab a peppermint teabag, fill my cup with steaming water, and carry it to the couch. As soon as I’m seated, he joins me, so I hand him the throw.
“Is this because you think I’m cold or because you’re trying to cover me up?”
“Both,” I admit, and he places the blanket over his lap, leaving his chest visible, and I shake my head then look over the back of the couch. “It’s still raining.”
“It’s supposed to rain most of the night.” I feel his fingers skim my cheek then turn to watch him twirl a piece of my hair around his fingers. “It’s one of the things I love about this city.”
“Most people from here hate the fact that it rains all the time.”
“Like you’ve pointed out, I’m not like most people.” He trails his finger around the shell of my ear, and then his hand slides into my hair so he can cup the back of my head and pull me closer. His breath whispers into the quiet, and my eyes slide closed as his lips press against mine. His thumb on my chin gives a silent demand to open for him, and I do, moaning when his tongue touches mine. When he pulls away, I start to ask him why he’s stopping, but my breath catches as he flips away the blanket and pulls me over to straddle his lap. “That’s better.”
He smiles before dragging my mouth back down to his. I have to agree; this position is much better. I move my hands up his chest and wrap them around his shoulders as his hands glide up the tops of my thighs then around my hips, urging me closer.
I get completely lost in him, his touch, his kiss, his taste, and don’t care if I’m never found as his mouth trails down my neck to the tops of my breasts.
“Lift your arms.”
I don’t hesitate. I lift my arms up over my head, and he lifts my tank over my stomach then breasts, eventually tossing it away. My nipples pebble under his gaze, and I hold my breath as he takes me in.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He cups both my breasts then dips his head, taking one hard peak between his lips. I whimper, sliding my fingers through his hair, then groan in frustration when he captures both my wrists, pulling them behind my back and leaving me completely at his mercy as he devastates me with his mouth.
Panting for breath, I call out his name, and he stops to look at me. His eyes are so dark with desire that I know he’s feeling just as desperate as I am. I try to tug my hands free from his hold, but his grip just tightens.
“Dakota…”
“Braxton.” My chest rises and falls rapidly as he stands and walks across the room, carrying me with him.
The moment my back hits the bed, he comes down on top of me, kissing me deeply before pulling back to look at me. “Keep your hands above your head.”
My inner walls tighten at the command, and I lift my hands above me and watch him lean back then stand. I see him kick off his shoes then remove his belt and pants before leaning over me, kissing my stomach. He grasps my leggings at the waist to pull them down my thighs.
I’m not ready for his mouth as he spreads my legs and buries his face between my thighs. It kills me to keep my hands where they are, but I do, and he rewards me for my efforts by sliding two fingers inside me and using them against my G-spot. My thighs shake as he sucks on my clit, and then my mind blanks as I fall over the edge into blinding white light that licks across every inch of my skin. I come back to myself as he kisses my inner thigh then my stomach and breast.