Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I shifted, flicking my eyes up to his.
He propped himself on his elbows and grinned down at me, the light in his sea-green eyes bright in a way I’d never seen before—as if all his worries had lifted for just these moments.
“I told you it had been a while,” he said.
“So, this isn’t your normal refractory period?” I asked, dipping my head down to press a quick kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Not exactly. But maybe it’s you.”
He curled up, his abs flexing impressively—the muscle distracting me before I realized what he was up to. Strong hands hooked under my arms, and suddenly I was on my back, my hair spread across the pillow, my body splayed out beneath him. He pushed up on his hands, taking me in—my flushed cheeks, my shoulders, my breasts, nipples still peaked, begging for his mouth.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he said. “I feel like I’m going to wake up and you’ll have been a dream. And it’s not this…” He shifted his weight to one elbow, reaching down to cup my breast, running his thumb along my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. “I mean, it’s partly this, because your body is beautiful. But it’s this…” He looked up, running a finger across my forehead with the sweetest, lightest touch, down my nose, up my cheekbone, tapping beside my eye. “And this. You have light inside you. You glow with it. When I’m near you, I feel like it spreads across me. You lift the dark.”
His lips met mine, and my heart swelled. No one had ever said such things to me. That I was pretty, that I was hot—I’d heard that now and then—but nothing like this. I understood what he meant. Not the glow-inside-me part, but I knew it wasn’t that he lifted my dark. It was different than that. My hands reached up, closing over his shoulders, pulling him down, and I kissed him, as I struggled to find the right words.
He didn’t chase off my dark; he anchored me. That raw energy running through him, the strength of him, the steadiness. I’d been drifting for so long, but here… Here was an anchor, not holding me down but stabilizing me.
At that thought—possibly one of the least sexy thoughts I’d ever had—I kissed him harder, needing to feel that solid strength. It was so good.
His mouth left mine, trailing over my chin, my jawbone, and the hollow of my collarbone. He found the spot behind my ear that sent every nerve in my body flaring white-hot. I squirmed beneath him, and he chuckled, the sound drenched in lust.
“You like that, Paige?” he asked, dropping another kiss to that sensitive patch of nerves behind my ear.
I squirmed again, raising my knees to clamp on the sides of his hips. The brush of his cock, so close to where I wanted it. “Ford, please. You’re killing me.”
“I want to tease you,” he said, lifting off of me enough to reach for the drawer in his bedside table. “I could tease you for hours. But not this time.”
He pulled out a box of condoms and rose up on his knees, his impressive erection distracting me as he tore off the plastic from around the box and pulled out a foil-wrapped packet.
“Hours?” I asked suddenly, dragging my eyes from his cock and meeting his, my heart speeding up at the look I saw there—hungry, determined, and behind that a spark of glee. My heart pounded harder. “You couldn’t tease me for hours. You’d break.”
I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t break either. Being teased by Ford was enticing, but the way I felt right now, I didn’t think I could stand another thirty seconds without him inside me.
“Next time we’ll find out,” he promised, rolling the condom over his cock, pressing my legs farther apart, raising my knees, and baring me to his hot, hungry eyes.
A picture flashed in my head. Me, my arms tied above my head, secured to the bed, while Ford teased and tortured me until I begged him to fuck me. I trembled from head to toe, wanting that desperately. I wasn’t sure if I liked being tied up. But if Ford was doing the tying—
The thought flashed out of my head at the hot press of his cock against me. It was a good thing I was so wet—I knew exactly how big he was. A gasp tore from my lungs at the delicious, almost painful stretch of him filling me inch by inch. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the pleasure of it—of him inside me—and then he started to move.
“Oh, Ford. Please, please—” I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Every long, slow thrust ended with a grinding pressure on my clit, sending spikes of bliss through my body. He filled me completely, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.