Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“I was thinking,” I said, moving closer to the bed.
“Yeah, about that kiss, Sylvie—” he began, then stopped, raising his eyebrow.
“I’m not sure about it,” I said, lifting my chin and stopping at the side of his bed.
“What are you not sure about?” he said.
“I don’t know. It happened so fast.”
“Should I apologize?” He didn’t sound apologetic. The rumble of his voice had my nipples beading, the heat of anticipation flooding through my body.
“It’s not that,” I said. “I just think to make a proper assessment, we need to try it again.”
Before he could say anything, I planted one knee on the side of the bed and swung my leg over until I straddled him, sitting on his upper thighs, his back to the headboard. I leaned in and kissed him.
If Eli had planned to argue, he changed his mind.
His hands dove under the back of my sleep shirt, splaying across my skin, his palms callused and hard and hot, fingertips digging in, holding me as his mouth ravaged.
This was what I’d wanted. More of this. No thinking, no talking, no worrying about what it meant or where it was going. Just Eli. Strong. Hungry—for me. He tasted so fucking good, his tongue sliding against mine.
He sat up, his hands slipping down to grab my shirt and yank it over my head. Our mouths parted, and he groaned.
“Beautiful, Sylvie,” he said, cupping my bared breasts, his fingers sliding over my nipples, squeezing, sending bolts of pleasure through my body.
One hand came around my back, pulling me closer until I arched, lifting my breast to his mouth. My head tipped, eyes closed as sensation washed through me—the sharp tugs of his mouth, the bite of his teeth. So perfect. They obliterated any thoughts in my head. All I wanted was this. His arms caging me, holding me as he tasted and touched.
I’d wanted my hands on him. But now I was more than happy to give Eli control, especially if it felt this good. I moaned, hearing the surprise in the sound. This wasn’t my first time, but it felt like it—intense, saturated with the sensation of Eli. The scent of him, the scrape of his stubble. He was everywhere, and it all felt so fucking good.
He shifted in the bed, sliding his hips and me forward, and I sensed he was about to roll us over—but not yet. I had plans too. I leaned back, feeling a twinge of regret as his mouth slid from my breast. I braced my palms on his shoulders and pushed until he was flat on his back. Rising up on my knees, I moved slowly down his body, closing my teeth over his jaw, then his collarbone, licking into the hollow of his throat. I rubbed my cheek in the coarse sprinkle of hair on his chest on my way to taste the lines of his abs—a delicious triumph shivering through me as the muscles there clenched the closer I got to his cock.
I slid the sheets down to find him in only a pair of boxer briefs, the cotton straining to contain him. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pulled, his hips raising just enough for me to peel them down. I shifted to the side until they were all the way off, and then stared down at him in the faint light coming in from the hallway. He was thick and hard, the head weeping with arousal as it rose from the nest of dark curls between his legs. Eli was beautiful from head to toe, and I wanted to taste more than his mouth.
“Sylvie,” he groaned as I licked, savoring the musky heat of him, taking him in my mouth and sucking hard, sending a shiver up his body that filled me with need.
I wanted this. I wanted him. I took as much of him as I could. He was a lot, in a way that filled me with anticipation and a hint of worry. I was no virgin, but it had been a while.
His hips rolled, his hand coming to hold my head—not to pull me down and take over—just to feel my jaw, my lips as I moved up and down his length.
“Fuck, Sylvie. So good.”
I reached to cup his balls, and that was his limit—he shifted, curling up, hooking his hands under my armpits and pulling me, dislodging my mouth from his cock and rolling us both until he loomed over me.
“Goddamn, Sylvie.” He sat looking down at me, his eyes fixed on my mouth, then rising to meet mine, hot and intent. “You’re sure about this?”
I just raised an eyebrow.
“Think about it,” he said, “because once I’ve had you, I’m not going to let you go.”
If I hadn’t been drunk on lust, those words might have made me stop and think, but lying beneath him, legs spread, my body needing Eli, him touching me—I didn’t care. I just wanted. I’d worry about the consequences later.