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)
“What?” It’s a squeak, and it makes him chuckle. “Why?”
“I’ll replace them.” It’s not an answer, but I don’t ask again because he’s lowered his face and has started licking me, and I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. I can’t help but reach out and bury my fingers in his hair, holding on for dear life as he glides that tongue through my folds, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire. It’s a good thing I have a firefighter at my disposal. “Fuck, you’re wet, sweetheart. You taste so damn good. So fucking sweet.”
His words are just so sexy. So rough and hot, and I know without a doubt that he’s about to ruin me for all other men.
He pushes a finger over my lips, through the tender and sensitive folds of my most intimate skin, before it slips inside of me, and I swear I’m about to come apart.
“Oh, God. Bridger, I’m going to come.”
“That’s it, let go.” His lips brush over my clit, and then he sucks on it, and that’s it. I couldn’t stop the tsunami of pure sensation that moves through me if I tried. “Fuck yes, baby.”
My hips buck, my head thrashes, and I have no idea what the words are that are coming out of my mouth as I come so hard and so long that I don’t even remember my own name.
I’m vaguely aware of Bridger kissing my inner thighs, my hip, my stomach, and up the center of my chest, before he kisses my lips, and holy Moses, I can taste myself on him.
It’s not at all unpleasant.
And that one guy from my past who told me that eating out a woman was a chore or gross should be beheaded, right here and now.
At the very least, I hope he runs out of gas a lot.
Bridger leans over and fishes a condom out of his bedside table. I like that it’s a new box that he has to break into. But before he can roll it on, I cup his face in my hands.
“I have an implant,” I tell him softly. “And I haven’t had sex in…a long time. I’m clean.”
He tosses the condom away, making me chuckle.
“Are you telling me that I can take you bare?” He brushes a piece of my hair off my cheek. “Are you sure?”
“Trust, remember?”
And then he’s kissing me again, and he pulls one leg up higher against his side, and his crown is right there, nudging its way inside of me.
“Ah, baby.” His teeth are gritted, as if he’s in pain as he touches his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
I take a deep breath and relax my muscles, and his free hand cups my cheek as he pushes the rest of the way inside of me, and oh, my God.
“Breathe,” he says, and I do, making him smile. “Jesus, you’re so incredible. So fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
And then this man starts to move.
He groans as he lowers his forehead to mine again, twines his fingers with my fingers, and holds my hands above my head, moving in and out of me in long, intense movements that are pushing me right back up that glorious hill to a climax that I already know will be unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life.
He looks down at where we’re joined, and I follow his gaze and feel my breath catch.
He’s so big, and he’s glistening with my wetness as he moves in and out, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Holy fuck,” he growls and starts to move faster, and I know he’s almost ready to let go, and I’m right there with him. “Go over, baby.”
“Go with me.”
He groans, and then he pushes hard, buried balls deep, and we’re shuddering together as wave after wave of the tsunami pulls us farther out to sea.
After we’ve had a minute to catch our breath, I’m the first to roll away. “Bathroom?”
Bridger can’t breathe yet, so he points to the door, making me grin, and I snag up my dress before I wobble my way into the en suite and close the door behind me.
Wow.
First, I look at myself in the mirror, and my hair is a tangled mess. My lips are swollen, and the skin around them is a little pink from his scruff. My eyes are glassy.
I look … sexed.
I grin at myself and then do my business and clean up the best that I can before I wrap my dress around me and button it up. I can’t walk home naked.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Bridger’s returning from the hallway, where I assume he was using the other bathroom, and his eyes narrow when he sees that I’m dressed.
“You have a tub big enough to swim in. Anyway, this was fun.” I smile and retrieve my bra, but leave the panties because he said he wants to keep them. “Thanks for dinner.”