Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Lust surges through my blood at that image, and I release her hands. “I thought about it then and after, but . . . it was different in my fantasies.”
“You wanted me sober.”
“For starters.” I dip my head and run my nose down the side of her neck. She hisses at the contact and arches into me as she unbuttons my jeans. “This is so much better.”
She swallows, then steps out of my grasp. “On the bed.” Her blue eyes rake over me, dark with lust. “I need a chance to redeem myself.”
Chuckling, I pull off my shirt and climb onto the bed. I prop myself up on the headboard and put my hands behind my head, watching as she steps out of her shoes and reaches for the clasp on her bra.
The satin straps slip down her shoulders and to the floor. She saunters toward the bed, all feminine grace and sexual confidence. She straddles my hips. “Is this okay?”
“You think there’s a chance in hell I’m going to stop you this time?”
She arches her back and shifts her hips, rubbing herself against the aching length of my shaft. “I hope not.”
I thread a hand through her hair and bring her mouth down to mine, kissing her hard and telling her with my lips and tongue that I’m not going anywhere. This is exactly where I want to be.
She rocks into me, and pleasure bolts down my spine, building too fast. I need more. I need her closer. Need to feel her heat.
I reach between us to rid myself of my jeans, and she’s there too. We become a mess of hands and limbs as we work in tandem to pull them off. By the time we throw them to the floor, she’s on her knees beside me, and we’re both laughing. She straddles me again. “Next time, remind me to make you get naked before you get on the bed.”
“Next time, I’m going to strip you naked.” I dip my head and flick my tongue over her nipple.
“I’m not naked yet,” she says, breathless.
“But I like you like this.” I grip her waist and run my thumbs along the scrap of lace at each hip. “I could make you come like this.”
She gasps, hands in my hair, and I suck the tight peak of her breast into my mouth. This time when she moves against my cock, I can feel her heat, feel how slick she is even through my boxers and her panties.
I pull her closer, and she picks up the pace, and when her nails dig into my shoulders, I know I could come like this too—from nothing but the friction of our bodies’ instinctive dance.
I flip her over on the mattress and kiss my way down her body.
“Brayden.” She reaches for me, but I just look up at her from between her legs and smile.
“This was worth the wait,” I murmur. I lower my face and suck her clit through the lace. She moans and grips fistfuls of the duvet as she arches into my mouth.
She’s so fucking beautiful sprawled out before me like this, but I want to taste her, to feel her and only her under my tongue, so I peel away that last piece of her clothing and toss it to the floor.
“What happened to making me come through those?” she murmurs.
“Next time.” I hook an arm under each leg and draw up her knees, opening her. I lower my mouth to her inner thighs and sweep across that tender skin with my lips, then my tongue, then my teeth. When I finally bring my mouth between her legs, I hover above her and just . . . look. “You’re beautiful everywhere.”
She trembles, and I lower my lips to her clit. Her hips jerk, and she cries my name. Hands on her thighs, I pin her open and taste every inch, dragging my tongue along her before circling her opening. I’m drunk on her. On this night. On the whimpers and moans and pleas as she falls apart under my tongue.
“Please,” she murmurs. “God, Brayden . . .”
I slide two fingers into her then and feel her body clench violently and the release of her orgasm rocking through her.
I stay between her legs and stroke her gently as she floats back down.
“Come here.” She grabs my wrist and guides me up her body.
I settle over her, between her thighs, and frame her face with my hands. She’s flushed, and her hair is a wild mess against the pillow. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not. I—”
I press my mouth to hers and kiss away her protest. She opens under me, and my blood heats further when she licks her own taste from my lips. When her hips lift to meet mine again and she’s moaning into my mouth, I pull away to shed my boxers and grab the condom from my jeans.