Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, looking down at himself. “I wasn’t thinking. Was only glad you found my phone.”
“No, don’t apologize. I’m enjoying the view. Is that wrong of me to say?”
“Yes, but I like it.” His voice was hoarse, and the swell of his cock in the front of his sweats captured my gaze.
I stepped closer, my pants growing tight as well. I felt completely out of sorts, like I couldn’t stop my attraction to him even if I tried. “We could always pretend some more.”
“Pretend what?”
“That this isn’t wrong and won’t complicate things,” I said, hoping he didn’t kick my ass out for even suggesting it. “It’s probably the only way it would work.”
“Just…” He stepped closer…closer still. “Stop talking for once.”
His lips crashed against mine, his cell flying out of my hand and clattering to the floor, but we paid it no mind. Our mouths were a frenzy of lips and tongues and teeth, my fingers everywhere against his bare skin, trying to take in every part of him at once. They finally settled on his neck as I groaned into the kiss, the butterflies in my stomach buzzing with a fierceness I’d never experienced.
Rowan drew away to take a breath and slow down, but I didn’t want that. At all. Still, I followed his lead. His hands framed my jaw as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his eyes alight with amazement. As if he couldn’t believe this was happening either.
When I panted out a jagged breath of my own, his eyes widened, as if he was surprised he’d drawn that reaction from me. This man was such a contradiction between restraint and complete abandon.
“Shae,” he huffed out. “I don’t know if…”
Before he could change his mind, I leaned forward and pressed our mouths together again, this time my tongue darting out to tease his lower lip. He gasped, pulling me against him and sealing our mouths together. When our tongues met, I felt it in my core, like the first spark that lit a match.
He moaned as he licked inside my mouth, his hands winding in my hair and pulling on the strands like he was losing control and needed to find steady ground. Well, he wouldn’t find it from me tonight.
He caged me against the wall, and we rutted against each other, nearly causing a picture frame to topple. No way I wanted to be responsible for that, so I drew back. His mouth was shiny and swollen, splashes of color had risen on his cheeks, and I reveled in the idea that I’d done that to him. When I glanced over his shoulder to his cushy couch, he took the hint, tugging on my hand to follow him.
He sat down first, pulling me toward him, but I paused to rip my shirt over my head. I nudged him backward onto the cushion and settled on top. When our bodies aligned, along with our mouths, he sighed into the kiss, and that was so fucking satisfying to hear. That maybe he was enjoying himself…and enjoying me. But I could barely concentrate because all the blood from my brain had rushed straight to my dick. He was in the same state, and when his stiff length slotted against mine, it felt like a jolt to my system.
“Damn…” His fingernails feathered down my spine, making me shiver. “This…you…feel so good.”
“Good, because I don’t wanna stop.” I rocked a little, sending a shiver through him. “But if you do…”
“Fuck no.” His thumbs pressed into the small of my back. “Do that again.”
I thrust against him as his mouth fitted over mine, and the sensation was so intense that I shuddered.
We kissed slow and sweet, then desperate and bruising, all while rocking together in a drugging rhythm, our stiff cocks rubbing in a frustrating way. It was too much and not enough, and I needed more.
“Pull yourself out?” I begged, meeting his eyes. His skin was warm and smooth, and when my hands brushed his waist, then brushed over the fine hairs that lined his stomach, he moaned.
He lifted his hips as our hands worked together to push down his sweats and underwear, his stiff cock bouncing against his abdomen as he kicked the fabric to the end of the couch. He was thicker than me, and I couldn’t resist staring as I skimmed my fingers up his torso, my knuckles drifting over his pecs, his nipples, and across his collarbones as he shivered.
“You too,” he said, reaching for the button of my jeans.
I briefly stood to remove the rest of my clothing, and when our eyes met, I stiffened, wondering what I’d see in his gaze. But I only saw admiration and pure desire.
Our mouths and tongues fitted together again, the sound of our groans rising in the room. He watched my face as I ground my hips against him, and it almost felt too intimate, so I shut my eyes and kissed him, losing myself in his taste.