Total pages in book: 193
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
“I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself.” Zeke doesn’t answer though because he turns his head away and takes a few deep breaths as if shaking off some dark influence. I pause. “Are you okay?”
After a few more seconds, he finally answers while sounding like he shoved his head underwater and he just barely kept from drowning. “Yeah,” he chokes out roughly. “I think we should stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart kicks painfully against my chest as I feel my panic rise. No, we’re so close.
I lift my head enough to kiss him, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back, accepting my gift of the air he seems to be fighting for. When I end the kiss, I pull back enough to see his green eyes. “Does it feel like I’m worried, Zeke?”
Curling my hand around his between my legs, I push on his fingers resting against my hole, and Zeke groans and shudders before curling and pushing them deep inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he swears as his shoulders tremble once more. “You’re so—” He stops as though he’s at a loss for words. My clit throbs like it has a pulse against his palm, and I squirm for the friction I definitely need. Zeke’s green eyes become sharper, more focused when he sees me trying to race to the finish. “If we’re not allowed to stop, you’re not allowed to come yet, princess.”
I watch with quickening breaths as he plunges them deep one last time before freeing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. Somehow, I still don’t believe that the man who’s been scowling, taunting me, and wishing I would disappear is going to actually taste me.
And then he does.
I don’t breathe as he slips his fingers between his lips.
With his gaze locked on mine, Zeke sucks them clean and then promptly pushes them back inside, driving them deep and drawing those sounds from me again that make his pupils dilate and nostrils flare. I’m on the verge of pulling him on top of me and begging him to fuck me when he finally turns those torturous fingers to my swollen clit.
“Zeke…”
“Just let it happen, princesa. I’m here.”
He circles my nub, and I come with a cry that he quickly muffles with a kiss. “Shhh. We have to be quiet, princess,” he pleads against my lips. “Thorin and Khalil can’t hear.”
Zeke continues kissing me even after my body’s settled and I’m quiet. It goes on and on with the two of us only stopping long enough to catch our breath before we’re drawn back together like polarized magnets. Weeks of longing and lingering looks have left us hypnotized and powerless to resist now that we’ve given in.
That is until I feel something tickle my cheek.
It’s easy to ignore with Zeke’s fingers still stuffed deep inside my pussy like he’s opening it to draw out another orgasm, but when that light fluttering feeling returns, I frown and lift my hand to slap it away.
Zeke grabs my wrist and I open my eyes to see that his are full of wonder. “Wait.”
Okay, now I’m freaking out. “What is it? What is it?”
He exhales in awe and disbelief. “It’s a butterfly.”
“No, really. What is it?”
Zeke lets go of my wrist and presses the back of his fingers to my face below my cheek. The ticklish feeling leaves me a moment later, and then he pulls his hand back to show me a blue butterfly with black spots balanced on his bruised and scarred knuckles.
“What the—” The butterfly flaps its wings and flies away. Zeke and I follow its flight path to a swarm of them flying under a copse of trees not far away. “Oh, wow.”
“They must have just hatched.” He kisses me one last time and then frees his hand from between my legs and fixes my suit before rolling away.
Zeke makes a pained sound, and I tear my gaze away from the butterflies just in time to see him adjusting his erection inside his swimming trunks. Guilt and desire mix together, creating a swirling vortex of need until I can’t stop the words from tumbling out. “I can help with that.”
Zeke stiffens and then he sits up like he’s already regretting what we’ve done.
But he’s not pulling away, and I realize belatedly that he’s not remorseful. He’s terrified. And he doesn’t want me to see. It raises more questions than it answers, but there’s no time for that like now.
“That’s okay,” I say in an easy tone as I sit up. “I’ve got better things to do anyway. Like reading about sex instead of having sex.”
Zeke turns his head, and I can see the terror fading in the wake of his amusement. “And how are you enjoying the titillating romance of Damien and Willow?”