Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“You just don’t have to do that,” I whisper against his lips.
“Why not, baby?” I love that he’s whispering back to me.
I narrow my eyes at him, but he just gives me a half smile, and it’s so sexy, I can’t help but rock my hips up just a bit, making him groan.
“I want to bury my face in you, sweetheart. It’s a fucking honor and a privilege to taste you, and I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. So, if you don’t like that, I just want to know why.”
“Because it’s gross and a chore, and not…fun?” The last word is said on a whisper and a question because his eyes have widened, and he looks horrified.
“Who the fuck…you know what? Don’t answer that. Because I’ll want to kill any bastard that made you feel that way. Are you telling me that no one has had their mouth on you?”
I lick my lips and shake my head.
“Oh, baby, that’s about to change.” He nips at my lips. “I’m going to make you come the fuck apart. I want you to come all over my mouth. I want you to soak me as you’re screaming out my name.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
I can’t believe I said that out loud. I turn my head to the side and hide my face in his bulging biceps. This is so embarrassing. Looking like he does, Bridger has probably had so many partners over the years. More than I want to know about. He might say he wants me, but surely, he’ll hate how insecure I am. How inexperienced.
And then I feel his lips next to my ear.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.” It’s muffled against his skin.
“Then why are you hiding, kitten?”
“Because I’m mortified. Should I just go home?”
I feel him smile against me, and then his fingers are under my chin, and he turns my face up again, but my eyes are closed.
“Open those gorgeous blue eyes for me.”
I open one eye and see that he’s smiling so widely, he could light up the room.
“Both of them.”
When I’ve complied, he brushes his nose against mine again, and that makes me sigh with happiness.
“Tell me you’re not a virgin, Dani.”
I snort at that, and he seems to visibly relax in relief. “No. Not for a long time.”
It’s true, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve only had two forgettable partners. I know with absolute certainty that tonight is not going to be forgettable.
Now his eyes narrow like he’s jealous.
“You asked, you know.”
“I’d like to kiss your pussy. I want to lick you and fuck you with my tongue and make you crazy.”
My eyes have grown with each word. “You do?”
“Hell yes. Tell me I can. I promise, you’ll fucking love it. I’m going to make you addicted to it, sweetheart. You’ll be begging me to eat you out at every opportunity, and I’ll happily do it. I’ll spend the rest of my life on my knees for you, if that’s what you want.”
Wow, I might let him do anything right now. “Okay.”
“If you don’t like it, just tell me to stop.” He kisses my chin and then smiles up at me as he starts his descent down my torso, dragging his lips over my skin, his eyes full of sexy promises. “But I guarantee that you’re going to like it.”
I smile back, and then his shoulders nudge my legs wider, and I have to close my eyes because no one has been that up close and personal to that part of my anatomy.
I’m still wearing my panties, but he doesn’t seem to care. He kisses me, right over the fabric, and my hips move of their own volition, wanting more friction right there.
“You’re already so fucking wet,” he says, dragging a fingertip up and down my slit, over the cotton of my panties. “You’re so damn ready for me, Dani. Open your pretty eyes, baby.”
I take a steadying breath and then comply, and holy cow, if he isn’t a sight, his face so close to my core, his eyes bright with lust, and his tan finger moving over my underwear.
Can a girl come like this? Because I might be able to.
“You smell like sex,” he says, and I feel my cheeks flame, and my knees want to close, but he holds me open. “Oh, I like that. I like it when you blush, and now I know that you blush everywhere.”
One hand returns to my breast, and he rolls the nipple between his fingers as he lowers his face and presses a kiss over my slit.
“I’m going to pull your panties off.” He hooks his hands into the sides of my underwear, and I lift my hips so he can pull them down my legs. Instead of just flicking them aside, he buries his nose in them and smells them—oh, my God!—and sets them carefully aside. “I’m keeping those.”