Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He growls my way. “Annoying woman.”
But his fingers sink into my hair, and he practically inhales me. I wrap myself around him, luxuriating in the feel of his body against mine. So long. It’s been too long since I had this thrill of lust. If I’m honest, I never felt this way. Never been swept up into anything. I think things through. I do the right thing.
This time wrong feels so right.
When he tugs on my hair, I let my nails dig in slightly, rewarded with a hiss and a nip to my earlobe that I swear goes straight to all my pink parts.
His hands go to the waistband of my jeans, and he unbuttons the fly. I manage to somehow toe out of my boots before he drags the pants right off me. I toss them away, and I hear something crash. My head turns, and his hands come up to bring my attention back to him.
“Not now. This now.”
I love the fact that he seems to mostly cling to one-syllable words when he guts lusty. It makes me forget about whatever we broke. Makes me forget about anything but him and the way his hands brush over my skin like he needs to touch every inch of me. “This now.”
There will be time enough for me to pound my head against a wall tomorrow. I’ll do it anyway, so I’m going to have the pleasure he’s promising me now.
Somehow everything seems to go soft and wild. Like the world isn’t as hard edged as it always seems. While he’s definitely into this, there’s something gentle in his touch. And then he’ll nip me like he wants a taste. It’s a wild combination I’ve never felt before, and it’s got my head spinning.
His hands cup my rear, and he lifts me up. “I wanted this from the moment I saw you. Never wanted anything the way I want this.”
He sets me on the kitchen island. It’s huge and his pelvis aligns perfectly with the edge. Like someone designed it for a throwdown when the couple who owned the place didn’t want to go up two flights of stairs to get to a bed.
He moves between my legs, nestling against my core, and I can feel how much his words are true. “Tell me you want me.”
There’s no place for lying here. We can do that later. I won’t even lie to myself here. “You know I do. You know I wanted you the moment I saw you, and then I discovered what a massive ass you are. And I still want this.”
“We need this,” he says on a low groan.
“Maybe if we have this, we’ll be able to think straight again.” Well, maybe I lie a little to myself. Or maybe I’m finally being honest and this is absolutely what we needed all along.
I gasp as his hand finds my breast, thumb rasping over the rock-hard nipple. He traces the areole and then leans over, kissing his way down my torso, starting at my neck and pressing his lips every few inches until he licks his tongue right over that desperate nipple.
I groan and my back flexes, offering him more and more.
He takes it. He takes everything I’m offering him. He plays with my breasts, sucking on my nipples and lavishing them with affection. He kisses his way down my belly, right to the band of my undies before slipping his thumbs under them and tugging them off me. They join the rest of our clothes.
“Lie back,” he commands.
“Reid, it’s…” I begin, ready to tell him it’s chilly.
He gets to his knees and brings my ankles up so my feet are placed on his shoulders and I’m open and utterly vulnerable to him. Also, I’m suddenly not cold. The granite underneath me can’t touch my inner temperature, which is skyrocketing because he’s looking up my body, our eyes locking even as he lowers his mouth.
“Is there something you wanted, Harper?” He stops, his mouth hovering over my clitoris. I can feel the heat of his breath, know he’s so close.
I know when to not complain. “Nope. I’m good. You can proceed.”
That arrogant smirk is back, and it’s sexy as hell. “Good. I was hoping that was the case since I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I fucking laid eyes on you.”
When his mouth covers me, I can’t think at all anymore. Not about anything but the most important—how this man can make me feel. Powerful. Desired. Needed. Over and over he lavishes pleasure on me. I press myself against his mouth, wanting that strong tongue to lead me where he’s promising.
He puts his thumb right on my clitoris and spears me with his tongue, sending me over the edge.
Before I can come down from the high of that orgasm, he’s rolling a condom on and pulling my legs around him. “Harper, tell me it’s okay.”