Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Her reaction to the kiss surprised me as she took control of it, cupping my jaw with the hand of the arm that’d been around my waist and rubbing her thumb through the hairs of my beard.
Licking into her mouth, I moaned at the taste of her and gently guided her onto her back. Once she was in place, I slowly lifted and slid between her splayed legs. At the last minute, though, I remembered to catch my weight and braced myself on one arm so I didn’t smother her.
That’s when surprise number two happened, as she instinctively wrapped her legs around my hips loosely.
It was hard to do but I managed not to move what we were doing in other directions, no matter how much I wanted to. But I did use the hand on my free arm to touch her, breezing it over her side until it was where the hem of her top was. It’d ridden up when we’d moved so it was lying just above her belly button, meaning my hand was higher up her torso than I would have dared if we weren’t where we were at right now.
Wanting—no, needing to see her—I slowly pulled my mouth away from hers and kissed down her neck, before lifting my head to look between our bodies. I only lasted two seconds, then slowly closed my eyes and rested my forehead on her chest.
Some people might not understand the effect seeing her stomach would have on me, and I probably wouldn’t have either three months ago, but it made my struggle even worse. She had the smoothest skin, and the sight of the ink I’d done on her all those weeks ago hit me hard. I’d only had glimpses of it here and there when I’d checked it for her.
Now that it was healed, and the fact my hand had put it there… All I could picture was trailing my tongue over it on my way down to her pussy.
So, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing was a must, which was why I was doing what I was at that moment. Something that Sienna apparently didn’t like, though, as she used a hand under my chin to lift my head back up and kissed me again, almost shattering my resolve.
My next option to help me keep my cool was to imagine skin as I was tattooing it. The way it vibrated—damn it, don’t think of vibrating things.
Trying to shake off the ridiculous association, I pictured holding the skin taught as I moved the needle over it. Then I remembered the ink on her side, and what it’d done to me only seconds ago.
I was fast running out of the tiny bit of willpower I had left. Then my control was pushed to the limits when she rolled her hips, and the split between her legs rubbed down my length.
Yanking her mouth away from mine, she panted, “Jordan.”
I knew what the problem was.
Angling my body to the side, and with most of my weight on one arm, I trailed the fingers of the other hand from the neckline of her tank top down to just above her belly button, keeping my focus on her face the whole time.
With my fingers on the soft skin I’d seen earlier, though, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting down to where my hand was gently skimming from side to side, watching the movements hungrily.
Shocking me, Sienna dug her heel into the mattress and used it as leverage when she jerked her hips. I knew she was chasing a feeling, but I didn’t want her to scare the shit out of herself.
“Slowly, Sienna.”
“But I—”
Meeting her eyes, I warned, “Slowly, baby.”
Keeping eye contact, I started the descent of my fingers down her abdomen until I got to the elasticated waistband of her panties. When she didn’t freak out, I maneuvered them under the barrier and lowered my head to kiss her as I explored her mons.
With our mouths together I could feel if her breaths increased because she was scared or panicking, but I also needed to taste her as I explored her. I needed the extra contact it would give me. I needed more of her as I touched her intimately for the first time.
Both of us jerked when my fingers swept lower on the next pass and encountered the wetness waiting for them.
Christ, everything about this woman undid me.
With my middle digit extended, I skimmed the pad down the seam of her pussy, and then increased the pressure to push between her folds as I brought it back toward the top of it. Like she knew what to do, she spread the leg that wasn’t under me farther away and gave me more space to play.
Raising my head an inch away from hers, I watched the emotions and expressions that crossed her face with each new sensation as my finger passed over her, until I circled her clit, and then she jerked and gasped.