Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
He removes his hand and slips his fingers into the elastic of my leggings, and inside my panties, and I moan at the intimate touch. Unable to help myself, I spread my legs to make it easier for him to do his thing.
And he does.
His slick fingers rub back and forth across my folds, arousing me into a frenzy. My hips move in time to his rhythm and before I can catch my breath, he enters me with one finger, then adds a second. They pump in and out, his thumb brushing over my clit.
I grip his shoulders with my fingers and hold on tight while he brings me closer and closer to what I know will be a mind-blowing orgasm. And when he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot, I detonate, seeing stars behind my closed eyelids as my climax hits hard and fast.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and ride out the pleasure, his name on my lips. When I finally open my eyes, I’m staring into his darkened green ones.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he says, his voice rough with desire as he helps adjust my leggings.
A flush heats my cheeks and the cool air in my apartment, paired with my state of half undress, has me shivering. “Are we going to move this into my bedroom?” I don’t know how much longer I can stand being the only one so exposed.
He holds out his hand, and I slip my palm against his. “Lead the way,” he says, and I walk him to my large primary suite. I release my grip and turn to face him.
He’s already undoing the buttons of his long-sleeved shirt, his gaze searing into mine.
He’s wearing dress slacks and a white button-down, his usual attire when he’s at the club at night. I assume he’d come to work planning to stay through the evening. He looks handsome and sexy and good enough to lick.
But first I need to rid myself of the awkwardness of being half naked. Brushing his hands aside, I undo the rest of his buttons, baring his tanned chest as I push the sides off his shoulders. Silence surrounds us, our gazes speaking louder than our voices ever could.
His shirt drops to the floor and as I begin to unbutton his slacks, he slides his hand through my hair, pulling it to one side and kissing my neck. I shiver at the sensual, gentle glide of his lips. My nipples pucker and my entire body is tingling with arousal.
As I slide his zipper down, my hands are trembling. I hook my fingers into his boxer briefs and pants, lowering them over his hips. He shoves them down the rest of the way and kicks them aside, revealing his erect cock. A whimper escapes my throat and I grip his erection in my hand, sliding my thumb over the precum on the tip.
“Fuck.” He grasps my wrist to stop any movement. “Wouldn’t want this to be over before it begins.”
I grin. “No, I wouldn’t want that.”
“Your turn.” In seconds, he has my leggings down around my ankles, then helps me remove them, along with my panties.
Now we’re both naked and on equal footing.
He lifts me into his arms and lays me on the bed, coming down on top of me. He braces his hands to lift his weight, his thick cock settled between my thighs, and the need to feel him inside me grows with each passing second.
“I need you, Lucas.”
He seals his lips over my mouth, kissing me hard and deep, his tongue twining with mine. I moan into him and we’re rocking against each other, the promise of more so close.
He lifts his head and lets out a curse.
“What?” I ask, afraid he’s about to call a halt to a very promising start.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says, the frustration in his tone clear.
Meeting his gaze, I do the second boldest thing of the day. “I got tested after my ex. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I hold my breath, aware I’m about to hear his recent sexual history. “It’s been a while for me, too.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Mr. Carras with the playboy rep?”
He shakes his head on a low chuckle. “Perception, not fact. And I’ve recently had a physical.”
I exhale, aware that my next words will mean I’ll be having sex without protection. With Lucas. I’ll feel all of him inside me and no doubt we’ll grow closer. He’ll break through the flimsy walls I’ve tried to erect, and I have no idea how I’ll handle it.
And yet I’m going ahead with what I need anyway. “I’m on the pill.”
His gaze meets mine. “Are you sure?”
With his erection throbbing against my sex and heaven so very close? “I’m sure.”
My answer earns me another kiss, this one hotter and wetter than the last. Then, he rises to his knees. He lifts my hands and wraps them around the headboard I fell in love with and just had to have.