Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Bailey?” he called.
“That’s my name,” I replied with a big smile.
“Did you hear a word I said?” There was humor rather than annoyance in his voice.
“Oh… um… not exactly…”
He laughed. “Feel the same about your nude body, but what I said was I need to mark you. It’s a need, baby. Having identified you and waiting so long for this, I need it. I don’t know if it’s just tonight or if I’ll need it for a while, but I don’t want you to find this demeaning, okay?”
“Find what demeaning?” I asked, still drinking in his perfect, nude form at the foot of the bed. Because he’s not only perfect, he’s also all mine. My name is on his skin. His mark is on mine.
“Marking you with my scent.”
“That’s not demeaning,” I denied. “It’s hot. I’ve wanted to smell like you for as long as I’ve known what it means.”
Jase groaned, and the way his head lolled back told me he was thrilled with my response. He then took his length into his grip and squeezed, running his thumb over the crown.
And while he did it and I watched him do it, his eyes devoured me.
“You open to touching yourself for me?” he asked.
I immediately reached between my legs and though I was tired and sore, I rallied, because Jase said, “You’re perfect, Bay. I love that you’re willing to do this for me.”
“Just putting it on the table right now: since I’m the only mate you’ve got and will ever have, you should know that I’m willing to do whatever you want … intimately… in order to make you happy.”
“Fuckin’ glad to hear that, beautiful,” he said. “And I feel the same. I expected you to be shy about sex.”
“I’ve waited so long for this, Jase. Fantasized so much. And all the sassy books I read? Not a shy bone in my no-longer virginal body.”
“Sassy?” he checked.
“Quite,” I confirmed.
“Might need you to read some to me. Maybe we can reenact some of those sassy scenes.”
“You’re on!” I exclaimed. “What a dream come true.”
He laughed.
“No, seriously. Do you know how many women wish their man paid attention to romance novels? I’m so lucky.”
“Well, on the flipside of that, putting this out there now that I don’t want you to hold back. Suspect a lot of men can’t give their woman what they want because she doesn’t have the nerve to ask for it.”
“Sometimes, men don’t listen.”
“I’m sure that’s true. But saying right now… you want something I can give you, make sure I know about it. You go ahead and sow all your wild oats with me, Bailey. I’m ready. And I’m very fuckin’ willing.”
During that conversation, he kept on stroking himself and dang, it was sexy.
But then I asked him if I could do it and his eyes went sexier than ever, with a bit of that amber glow, before he straddled me, giving me easy access to him, though this made it too difficult for me to touch myself, so I abandoned that task and took Jase in both hands, watching as I stroked him up and down, sometimes getting a little fancy, I think, and using both hands, squeezing in opposite directions, trying different degrees of grip to see what his reactions would be.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” I asked, giving him a two-handed squeeze.
But that question had him erupting all over my boobs, my neck, even my chin.
And the throaty moaning sound he made while he did that made me quiver. Everywhere.
When he was done, he grabbed me and rubbed the mess into my skin before he held me tight, kissing me deeply, purring for me.
I fell asleep with sopping wet hair and Jase-soaked skin.
And now here I am, covered by his body, sore, sticky, and excited, and… I think… even more smitten. Though some would argue I had the biggest crush on Jase in the history of all time, I’m pretty sure it’s now worse. I’m even more in love than I ever fathomed would be possible. But now it’s okay to be obsessed with him, which makes me giddy.
He’s waking up, stirring, and now running his hand down my arm, threading our fingers together as his lips touch my mate mark, making me shiver with pleasure.
“Good morning,” he whispers against my skin.
“Hey,” I whisper, wanting to burst into tears because he’s so, so sweet.
“That offer you made before I marked you last night?”
“Mm hm?”
“Still stand?”
I laugh. Because waking up and immediately asking for a blowjob isn’t exactly sweet.
“Of course,” I say, “But obviously I don’t know what I’m doing, so if I’m bad at it, feel free to provide direction.”
“Mm. I’m beyond willing to give you direction. But I want you to start off doing whatever you think I’ll like.”
He rolls, bringing me with him so I’m now laying on my back on top of his body. He hikes me higher up on his torso so his mouth can close around my mate mark. One of his hands glides down between my legs and the other goes to my left breast.