Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Oh God,” she gasps, but I catch a flicker of worry in her eyes that makes me pause.
“Think you’d like that?” I ask.
She’s quiet at first, then lets out a trembly breath. “I think so.”
That doesn’t sound as certain as I’d like. “You good with everything? You need me to stop?”
She hisses, pushes her hands against my chest, and grabs the neck of my shirt. “Do. Not. Stop.”
Good. I don’t fucking want to at all.
“Sounds like you need more kissing, then,” I offer suggestively.
“I do.”
I grab hold of her hip. “Good. Because I need a whole lot more of your gorgeous mouth.”
My fingers roam up to her hair then rope through those thick blonde locks.
“Ahh,” she murmurs, her eyes floating closed, her lush mouth waiting for me. There you go. Brooke just needs a little savoring, some sexy devotion to her pleasure.
I pull her body against me, enjoying the warmth of her sun-kissed skin and the smell of sand, surf, and sunshine in her hair.
I dip my mouth to hers, clasping her face in my hands. When I nip her bottom lip, she gasps. It’s such an alluring sound.
I kiss her slowly, then tenderly. Then a little possessively. I travel across her lips, exploring, quickly learning her cues. She leans back against the wall, inviting me to crowd her, asking me to lead.
Next, I kiss her intently. A deep, passionate kiss that’s a recipe for how I want to fuck her.
Every sigh, every moan tells me she’d like a man to take care of all her needs.
Well, she came to the right beach and found the right guy.
Afternoon delight, here we come.
Brooke presses her sexy body to mine as I claim her mouth in another consuming kiss that intensifies until I’m devouring her lips. She moans and murmurs and loops her hands around my neck, tugging me closer. I leave a path of kisses along her jaw, her cheek, her neck. Her skin tastes so good, I could spend hours here, nibbling, kissing, biting. Maybe next time. For now, I nip her earlobe.
She murmurs, a long, sexy, lingering noise. “Mmm. That feels so good.”
“You deserve to feel good,” I whisper in her ear.
As I flick my tongue over the shell of her ear, her pitch rises, turning into that gorgeous gasp a woman makes as she gets turned on.
Grabbing her hips, I tug her closer. “Those little sexy noises drive me wild,” I tell her.
“I want you to make me shout,” she whispers like she just voiced something so daring, so out of the ordinary.
“Then we better get started.”
“Yes. Now. Please.”
I hoist her up and toss her over my shoulder. “Where’s your bedroom?”
She points down the hall and, with a smile in her voice, says, “That way.”
I carry her to her bed, ready to give her all the innuendo and then some.
4
THE THING IS…
Brooke
Drew drops me on the mattress and settles between my legs, his hands inching up my thighs.
I want this so much but I have to tell him something. Even though my skin is tingling so much that it’d seem I’ll have no trouble going over the cliff, I know I will, and it’ll be awkward. I don’t want to be awkward with Drew. I like him too much already. I push onto my elbows and say, “I need to tell you something.”
I sit up, my chest tightening with nerves.
His eyes flash, clearly wary I might drop some truth bomb on him.
Quickly, I try to smooth over the awkwardness. “I can’t come through oral.”
He blinks but quickly covers his surprise. “Oh. Okay,” he says. Then, after a pause to process the info, he says, “You never have?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
He sits back on his knees, his gaze going thoughtful. My heart crashes. I ruined a sexy moment. “Also, I don’t orgasm easily through sex,” I say, then wince.
Way to go, Brooke.
God, I want to muzzle myself.
But we already agreed to hit pause on the work convo. I don’t want to hit pause on the I’m complicated in bed convo. Because he’ll figure it out in a few minutes anyway.
Drew leans forward, grabs my chin, and whisks a soft kiss across my lips. “But do you like sex?”
Screw it. I rip off the Band-Aid. “Sometimes. When it’s good. But it hasn’t always been good.”
It hasn’t been good at all, actually.
But I keep that to myself. I don’t want to sound too complain-y.
Drew nods again, taking in the info. “So, you’re not…I’m not sure what the right word is…uninterested in sex?”
I whip my head side to side. “Oh, I’m very interested. Sometimes, it’s a sex fiesta up here,” I say, tapping my temple.
He smiles wickedly. “Excellent. I have that same situation going on upstairs too.”
“I think about it a ton. I like the idea of oral. In my fantasies, I come that way,” I say, enjoying telling him that. I want him to know I’m…curious.