Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I strip out of my clothes and chuckle when I see the missing button.
I loved how she blushed whenever I caught her looking at me.
Lily’s a little more closed off than I expected, but over the past two days, I’ve gotten her to open up to me more.
Walking into the ensuite bathroom, my cock is still hard as steel. I open the faucets, and waiting for the water to warm up, I bring my hand to my face and take a deep breath of her scent lingering on my fingers.
Christ, she smells edible.
I step beneath the spray, letting the drops rush over my wired body. Flashes of Lily moaning beneath me in desperate need have me wrapping my fingers around my cock.
My body is fucking tense as I pump my cock faster, imagining Lily’s hand gripping me like a vice.
With my mind filled with image after erotic image of my woman, I stroke myself harder, desperate for release.
The memories of Lily coming have me shooting my load on the tiles, but it does nothing to take the edge off.
Fuck. I’m not going to get any sleep knowing she’s just down the hall.
Needing to get my desire for Lily under control, I take my time showering. It doesn’t help for shit, though, because when I turn off the faucets and dry myself, my cock is still fucking hard.
I’m going to die of blue balls long before this weekend is over.
Heading to my walk-in closet, I grab a pair of sweatpants and drag them on. Lifting my hand, I ruffle my hair, getting rid of the last drops of water as I walk to the door.
I reach for the doorknob but stop when I hear Lily whispering on the other side of the door, “Crap, what if he thinks I’m desperate.”
I pull my bedroom door open, and it has Lily freezing like a deer caught in headlights. She’s wearing silk pajama shorts with a matching shirt, and I can clearly see her nipples pressing against the fabric.
My eyes lower to her exposed legs, which are sexy as fuck, and I almost groan.
When I bring my gaze back to her face, it’s to see her stare at my bare chest with wide eyes, her pupils dilated and her lips parted.
“Like what you see?” I tease her, my tone low and gravelly.
Lily nods as she closes the distance between us. She places her hand on my chest, then brushes her palm over my skin as she moves up to my neck. Pushing her body on her tiptoes, she tugs my face down but pauses with her mouth right by mine.
Her gray eyes are dark with seduction when she whispers, “I want you, Callan.”
That’s all it takes for me to say fuck you to my self-control.
I grab her hips and yank her flush with my body as my mouth crashes against hers. The kiss is wild and filled with the hunger we have for each other, and somehow, I manage to get us to my bed without falling over our feet.
I break the kiss and push her backward, asking in a demanding tone, “Birth control?”
She nods as she scoots onto the mattress. “I’m on the pill.”
Thank fuck.
I crawl over her body, my hands pushing the silky fabric of her shirt up to expose her breasts. Letting out a satisfied growl at how perfect she is, I lower my head and suck a taut nipple into my mouth.
Lily’s fingers get lost in my damp hair as she arches her back.
With a tug of my teeth, I release her nipple, then taking hold of her wrists, I pin them above her head, ordering, “Keep your hands there.”
Her chest rises and falls with desperate breaths as she nods.
I unbutton her pajama top and push the fabric aside before I run my hands up and down her chest and stomach. I get drunk on how soft she feels, and gripping her shorts, I tug them down her sexy legs.
I take a moment to stare at her incredible body, my cock aching to be inside her.
When I push my sweatpants down, Lily’s eyes move over my body, not hiding how impressed she is.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, then she admits, “It’s been a while for me.”
I crawl over her again, my hand feasting on the feel of her skin. “How long?”
“Ah…” she actually has to think. “Three years?”
“Are you asking or telling me,” I tease her.
She lets out a chuckle. “Telling.”
Needing to get her ready for me, I push her legs open, and order, “Keep them open as wide as you can, baby.” When she starts moving her arms, I raise an eyebrow at her. “Don’t move your arms.”
Her cheeks flush, and with her spread out before me, I take my time looking at her sensual body.
“You’re bossy,” she complains.