Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Looked like I had some reading to do on the flight home.
“Tell me this is mine,” I demanded, needing to ease this possessive monster clawing inside my chest.
“It’s yours. You know that,” she panted.
That wasn’t enough.
“Say, This pussy is yours, Draven,” I demanded.
She licked her lips. “This p-p-pussy is yours, Draven.”
Her eyes fluttered as I began to move my finger through her now-wet folds.
“That feel good, baby?” I asked, giving her clit attention with my thumb.
“Y-y-yes,” she breathed.
“You’re gonna come on my hand like a good girl so I can lick your sweet juices off,” I said in her ear before kissing her neck, then moving to her mouth.
She leaned into me, moaning. I loved the way she tasted. Her lips had become another one of my addictions. She flicked her tongue against mine as she rode my hand. This was never going to get old. I’d thought it had to. It always had. But she seemed to exclusively have the ability to drive me wild with lust over and over again.
“Come for me, baby,” I said against her mouth.
She rocked harder on my hand and panted into my mouth, “I am! I am!”
I held on to her while she jerked and shook in my arms.
“Ahhhhh,” she cried out, throwing her head back.
I had done that to her. Me. I was the one who made her feel this. No one else.
“Damn,” I muttered to myself as I unzipped my jeans with my free hand.
I hadn’t been aware women read shit like this. My cock was fucking throbbing. I started to reread that scene while stroking myself this time, but stopped when something hit me.
Who the fuck had inspired this? I might be the man she’d described in the book, but since we’d never so much as kissed, then who had taught her this shit? My dick started to soften at the thought. Clenching my teeth, I let go of it and slammed the book closed, then tossed it on the seat beside me. It wasn’t like I’d not been aware she had a sex life, but I hadn’t considered the men she slept with. What they said to her. Which ones she fantasized about when she got herself off.
The sound of the wheels being let down meant we were about to land. The sun had already come up, but it was still early. I had plenty of time to get the shipment signed off on. I reached for my phone and pulled up our text thread. I hadn’t responded yesterday to her last text because I decided I was going to see her.
I stared down at it for several minutes, trying to decide if I wanted to ask this question or not. Would I need to kill some bastard if I had a name? Was I that messed up in the head where she was concerned? Deciding that, yes, she had made me a psycho, I did something I’d never done before. I tapped Call.
“Hello?” Her tone was hesitant when she answered after the second ring.
“Mornin’,” I replied.
I should have done this sooner. I’d wasted years not getting to hear her voice.
“Uh, good morning?” The way she said it was more like a question.
I leaned back in my chair. “Are you unsure if it’s good or not?”
Damn, my cock was getting hard again over her breathy laugh.
“No. I’m surprised. That’s all. You’ve never … called.”
I probably shouldn’t be now either, but she’d written some spicy sex shit, and I didn’t like knowing another man had inspired it. So, here I was, acting like a damn possessive idiot when I had no claim on her. I didn’t want a claim on her or any woman.
“Would you prefer I just texted?”
“No!” she said so quickly that it had me grinning. “I was just not expecting it.”
Yeah, well, you have really fucking pretty nipples, so here we are.
“What time do you start writing every day?” I asked her.
“I’m writing now,” she replied. “What are you doing?”
“Flying back from a delivery I had to do personally. About to land in Jackson.” Lie. I was in your room, watching you sleep.
“Oh, I didn’t think you could make calls on planes.”
“You can if it’s a private one.”
She let out another soft laugh.
Down, boy.
“I should have realized you wouldn’t be flying commercial.”
“I fly commercial on occasion,” I told her. “This was just business.”
“I see,” she replied just as the wheels hit the ground with a thud and we rushed to a stop on the runway.
“Landed.”
“I heard that.”
I unbuckled as the plane slowed, then glanced over at the book, picking it back up. “I had some reading material on my trip. Something new I thought I’d try.”
“And what was that?” she asked.
“You may know the author. It’s romance. And why didn’t I know that women read explicit shit?”
She said nothing. I waited, and I could faintly hear her breathing hitch.