Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
My mouth hangs open, shocked when he slips his hand, palm down against my body, and slides past the fabric of my panties until the tip of one finger is parting my lower lips.
"Jesus," he whispers. "This is going to be so much fun."
His lips trail down my neck, his hot tongue tasting every inch of my skin as he lowers to a crouch, taking my jeans down to the floor with him.
I fight the urge to cover myself further, but he lifts my foot, nearly knocking me off balance, and it forces me to place my hands on his shoulders.
He pulls off one boot before pulling the other off, his hands then working to get my jeans free.
"I knew it," he says, and I swear I nearly bolt for the door when I look down and see him staring right at the apex of my thighs.
"This looks enticing," he says, his tone worshipping as he presses his thumb to the damp spot on my panties.
My knees almost buckle with the attention.
"Are you just going to torture me all night?" I ask, looking up at the ceiling and questioning what it is about me that has me in this room with him tonight when it should probably be anyone else.
"I think you like it," he says, pressing a wet kiss to my inner thigh.
I moan like I've never been touched before, and that only serves to make his smile go wider. I have to settle on feeling it on my skin because I'd never be brave enough to look down and witness it.
"Mmm."
I swear I'm going to hear that sound in my dreams for the rest of my life.
I don't know where the courage comes from, but I chance a look down at him just in time to watch him run the tip of his nose right up the center of me.
"My God," I groan.
"Shower with me," he says as he stands, that thick cock of his once again brushing against my rounded belly as he leans in for another kiss.
"Yes," I answer, a little out of it right now.
He grabs my hand and walks me toward the most luxurious shower I've ever seen.
"When can I move in?" I ask, looking around the thing with wonder.
He freezes, giving my hand a little squeeze before releasing it completely to turn on the water.
"Riley," he says, his face serious when he turns back to face me. "You know what tonight is, right?"
I tilt my head, ready for him to insult me somehow or call this some sort of pity fuck.
"I want to spend hours worshipping your body tonight, but this isn't the start of anything else."
I blink at him. I knew full well when I walked out of the bar tonight that we weren't going to fall in love and spend the rest of our lives raising babies.
Has he lost his mind?
I cackle like a fool at the seriousness in his eyes.
"What's happening right now?" he asks, clearly confused.
"I like your shower," I say, reaching for the knobs of the showerhead on the other side because, of course, the man would have more than one showerhead and those jet things that take care of lower back pains. "I wasn't being serious. It's you who needs to be reminded that this is a one-time thing. Not me. I know exactly what this is."
His head tilts further, and a slow smile spreads across his face as he inches closer. "And why do I need the reminder?"
I shrug as I lift my hair off my neck and twist it into a knot. "You'll become obsessed with me. Not the other way around."
"Saying you got something special?"
"I know I do," I say, hoping he can't read through the false show of bravado. It would only take one look at my trembling hands for him to read me like a damn book.
Instead of pressing his body against mine once again like I so desperately want him to, he grabs his bodywash, lathering it in his hands before rubbing it all over his body.
I reach for the bottle, my hands still shaking, and pour some into my palm.
"That back?" I ask, needing a minute's reprieve without him looking at me.
He turns, his muscles continuing to bunch and ripple when I press my soapy hands to his shoulders before running them over his back. His body is warm and feels like heaven under my palms. I curl my fingers, loving the hiss of sound that rushes out of his mouth when I scrape my nails down his skin.
In the next breath, he spins, his body inching forward as if chasing mine when I take a step back. He looms over me, and it feels like it's almost too much, like no matter what our agreement was, this will leave me with scars that every man who comes after him will question. At the same time, I can't seem to walk away. I don't know that I really want to, considering that the pain may actually be well worth the pleasure he'll make me feel until the sun comes up.