Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
My belly swooped as the material slid to my feet.
I stepped out of them automatically as Coast’s lips kissed across my lower stomach.
My hand slid down, threading through his soft hair.
My legs parted as he kissed down my upper thigh.
His head turned in.
And there was a sharp bite that had a surprised gasp escaping me.
But Coast took the opportunity to turn inward, sliding his tongue up my cleft. The pain/pleasure mixture had my thighs shaking and my system short-circuiting, not sure which sensation to focus on more.
As Coast’s tongue flicked over my clit, though, it was easy for my body to laser in on that sensation.
My thighs trembled as his tongue started to work me in slow, gentle circles, making my fingers curl tighter in his hair as my hips writhed against him.
God, it had been so, so long.
And Coast was every bit as good as I’d imagined. Better.
His hand slid down my thigh to my knee, lifting it, and putting my leg over his shoulder before sneaking back up and sinking into my ass.
Everything fell away then as I fell into him. All the fears, anxiety, stress, sadness, and betrayal from the past year. All of the self-doubt and uncertainty.
All that was left was sensation.
And something sneaky, scary, but spectacular.
Hope.
And for just the moment, I was going to let myself feel it.
Coast’s other hand sneaked between us, tracing the seam of my thigh, then moving between. His fingers tapped against the entrance of my body, getting soft mewling sounds out of me until finally, they slid inside.
Against my clit, Coast groaned as my walls tightened around his fingers.
That seemed to be his undoing, the last snip to the final thread of his self-control.
Suddenly, his tongue was flicking up and down my clit faster, harder, as his fingers thrust into me to match the pace.
He had me at the precipice, gasping, stumbling, tripping, calling, crashing.
The orgasm surged through me, leaving me crying out as my thighs shook, as my fingers curled tighter in Coast’s hair, as the pleasure seized me over and over.
Coast’s head shifted, kissing my inner thigh, across my hip, up my ribs, over my breasts.
When his lips met my neck again, his hands were both sinking into my ass, pulling, lifting. He paused, waiting for my legs to wrap around him.
Then he was turning and walking toward the bed, lowering me down, his chest to mine, but his weight suspended over me as his lips claimed mine.
He kissed me long and deep, leaving tingles that started to burn as the moments passed and the need bloomed again.
But then, suddenly, he was moving away, standing, and looking down at me.
There was hunger in his eyes, I was sure of it.
But then he was turning and walking away. Toward the playard.
I fretted for a second that I’d been so wrapped up that I hadn’t heard her fussing.
But Coast kicked up the locks, then rolled the whole damn thing into the bathroom, where he closed the door.
His look was sheepish as he moved back toward me to stand at the foot of the bed.
He reached back, pulling his shirt off.
“Felt weird about doing this with her in the room,” he admitted, tossing the shirt before letting his hands drift down to the waistband of his jeans.
But before he could undo them himself, I folded up, letting my hands slide around his hips to his ass, pulling him closer between my thighs so I could do the job for him.
His gaze was fiery as my hands grazed across the waistband of his pants, getting distracted by the array of tattoos up his sides, tracing the edges of them with curious fingertips. His muscles twitched at the gentle touch, and his breath got faster and more shallow.
As my fingers traced over fifteen arrows right over his ribcage, I decided I wanted to know the stories of each image inked into his skin.
Did they have meaning?
Were they just evidence of some fun, drunken night somewhere?
I had to know.
But it was certainly not the time, with Coast’s labored breath, with his body tight as a bow.
My hands drifted back down.
My gaze flicked up to his as my fingers undid his button. The intensity that looked down at me had my belly quivering.
I worked his zipper down, then pushed the material down off his hips.
A smile tugged at my lips to find him completely bare underneath. Because he was exactly that kind of chaotic and careless. Couldn’t even be bothered to put on underwear in his haste to get dressed.
It gave me one less barrier to have to deal with.
My hand teased up his thigh as I leaned forward, my hair tickling over his skin, dragging a little shiver out of him just before my hand closed around his length, stroking him to the base.
His rumble of need had my own ratcheting up as I teased my tongue across the head of his cock.