Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Haisley responded with a full-body shudder, her thighs tightening as she writhed against his aching cock. Electric sparks of sensation licked across his nerve endings, driving his hunger higher.
Nash captured her plush mouth again in ravenous possession, trailing his hands down the curve of her hips and over the velvet skin of her thighs. He bunched her dress in his fists and tugged the shiny fabric up to her waist. And as he thrust deeper into her mouth, he rocked his erection between her legs. Through her flimsy underwear, he could feel how hot and wet she was.
Whimpering, Haisley clung, her soft arms clutching him as she surrendered to him kiss by shuddering kiss. But Nash feared he was the one losing it. She still had all her clothes on, and he was already a goddamned goner. After tonight, after he’d mapped Haisley’s every lush curve and tasted every delectable inch, would he really be able to walk away?
She tore free from their kiss, panting roughly, and met his stare. Her eyes were dilated and dark with need. The way she visually consumed him ignited something ferocious inside him. A flame impossible to put out.
Then she licked her way up his neck. An explosion of tingles sent a shudder rolling through his body. Before he’d recovered, she nipped at his lobe, rubbing against him again and supercharging his demand.
He wanted her naked and under him right now.
With a growl, he lifted her away from the wall and gripped her tight against him, carrying her to his bedroom. Once inside, Nash maneuvered her onto the mattress, then covered her body with his own. He slanted his mouth over hers again, his big palms skimming her silky panties and even softer thighs until he reached the dress bunched around her middle. With a ruthless tug, he dragged it farther up her body.
Haisley writhed and twisted under him, eyes closed, legs parted, as he dragged the fabric over her flat stomach and delicate torso. Beneath him, she gasped and gave another sensual roll of her body, rubbing her sweet pussy against his straining hardness. At the blistering friction, a harsh groan tore loose from Nash’s throat.
Fuck, she was fraying his restraint. If he didn’t strip her down and get inside her soon, he was going to combust.
“Off.” He plucked impatiently at her little dress.
Together, he yanked and she pulled until the garment cleared her body, and he hurtled it to the floor in a forgotten heap. He drank in the sight of her clad in nothing but a scanty black bra and matching lacy underwear.
In the moonlight slanting through his windows, her skin glowed such a pearly, unspoiled shade of pale, especially against the dark lingerie. He’d never seen a woman look so velvety perfect. Damn. He was rarely speechless, but just looking at her tied every part of him up in knots, including his tongue.
His brain shut down. Instinct took over, and it told him to bury himself deep, claim her, and never let go.
He ripped her panties down her thighs and tore them free from her body, flinging them who knew where. At the same time, she tugged at her bra, arching to unfasten the hooks behind her back. Then she tossed the lace-and-wire scrap to the floor. Every inch of her body was blessedly bare.
Haisley caressed her breasts in shameless flirtation and parted her thighs. “That look on your face…”
“You’re beautiful.” Utterly perfect in her flushed, tousled desire for him.
“Yeah? I would have sworn you intend to nail me into the mattress.”
“Oh, I do.”
But he had to get these jeans off first—before they strangled his cock.
When Nash vaulted off the bed and reached for his fly, Haisley spread across his mattress provocatively. He damn near swallowed his tongue.
“Like what you see, hotshot?” She raised one dainty foot and trailed her sole over the ridge of his denim-clad arousal.
Her teasing rasp was pure sin as she applied toe-curling pressure, massaging him with her foot. Heat detonated through Nash’s veins at the erotic contrast—her cool challenge against his scorching want. Her soft caress against the rough texture of his denim.
A feral growl rumbled up from his chest. “Fuck.”
“That’s the plan. But it’s your turn. Get naked.”
Nash shed his shirt and ripped at his fly before kicking away his jeans. Her hungry stare unabashedly consumed him, tracing his wide shoulders and his heavy, inked pecs before dropping to the bulge in his boxer briefs. “What about the rest?”
“Once these come off, I’ll be inside you. And before we start that, there’s so much of you I want to savor. Starting with those nipples…”
Everything about Haisley appealed to him, from her fiery hair and saucy smile to her little painted-pink toenails—and all the delectable parts of her in between.
Since she thought this was their one and only night together, he needed to heap so much pleasure that she changed her mind. And forgot any other man who had ever touched her. Saying he wanted to ruin her for every other guy hadn’t been an idle threat. He didn’t want to think about why.