Until April (Until Her #6) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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“How drunk are you?”

“Somewhere between feeling good and knowing I’m going to have a hangover tomorrow.” I smile when he chuckles.

“I told you two that tequila was no good.”

“Tequila is always good, and with everything that has happened since I met you, I needed tequila.”

“What’s happened since you met me?” He sounds genuinely curious, and I turn my head to look out the window.

“Drama.” I sigh. “So much drama has happened since I met you.” I close my eyes, and with the wind coming in through the window, I’m able to keep them closed.

“Put your arm around my shoulder, baby,” Maxim says, and I blink my eyes open and find that he’s parked in the driveway of my house.

“I can walk,” I assure him, and he gives me a skeptical look. “Trust me. I’m not that drunk.” I get out, then laugh when I stumble into him. “Okay, I’m a lot drunk, but I’m all right.” I let him help me to the door, and he lets us inside. I take off my shoes like I always do but don’t trust myself not to tip over if I try to pick them up. I leave them where they are and start up the steps, holding onto the handrail and attempting to look like I’m not completely wasted. When we get to the kitchen, I grab a huge glass and fill it with water from the fridge, downing most of it before filling it back up and carrying it toward the stairs.

“I’ll take that.” He removes the cup from my hand when I end up splashing some over the side and onto the floor.

“I need a shower,” I tell him, and he shakes his head at me.

“You need to sleep.”

“Yes, but I also need a shower. It will help sober me up.” I head up the steps and across the landing to my bedroom, where I flip on the lights. As I strip out of my clothes, I hear the shower come on, and then a moment later, he comes out and watches as I bite my lip and attempt to take off the patches covering my nipples.

“Let me help.” He walks to where I’m wearing nothing but a simple piece of lace, and he pushes my hands out of the way and ushers me back to sit on the edge of my bed. When he kneels in front of me, I can’t help but admire the thickness of his hair and his handsome face drawn in concentration as he carefully pulls off the first patch and places a soft kiss against my nipple. Lifting my hands I run my fingers through his hair, and his dark eyes lift to meet mine.

“I shouldn’t like you as much as I do.”

“You shouldn’t?”

“No.” My fingers trace the edge of his scruffy jaw, and I frown when his lips tip up. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because you finally admitted you like me.” He pulls off the second patch, then leans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting the tip and letting it go with a pop. “Which means we’re finally fucking making progress.”

His hands go under my ass, and he squeezes both my cheeks hard enough to leave fingerprints, then hooks his fingers in the string of my panties and pulls them down. With my pussy aching for his touch, I lift my hips off the bed and bite my lip as he drags them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside, then pushes my knees apart. My heart speeds up when he settles between my legs, then leans back just enough to unbutton his shirt, slip it off his shoulders, and toss it to the chair in the corner of my room.

“Don’t want it getting wet.” His smile is roguish as his rough palms smooth up my thighs, then move up to my waist before he cups both my breasts. My nipples that are already hard tighten further, and my breath hitches when he catches both between his fingers and tugs. “Have I told you how fucking sexy you are?”

His gaze meets mine as he leans in and bites my lower belly, the sting of pain and his face so close to exactly where I need him, causing my core to clench. When his hands move down to wrap around my waist and his thumb finds my clit, my hips move back. “Be still.”

“I can’t when you do that.” My voice is raspy to my own ears.

“Try.” His mouth latches onto my pussy, his tongue sliding inside me like he can’t get enough of my taste. I dig my fingers into his hair, my body shaking from the sensation of his scruff on my inner thighs, his mouth working me over, and his thumb circling my clit.

Just when I’m sure I won’t be able to take any more, he slides two fingers inside me, hooking them against my G-spot, tapping until I fall over the edge. My eyes close, and stars dance behind my closed lids while my core tightens around his thick fingers.


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