Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 125257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
No.
Just no.
That is not happening. Powered by lust and weeks of pent-up desire, I grab for his shoulder. “Don’t you dare go to sleep.”
He climbs over me, and kisses the breath out of me.
33
SHUT UP AND FUCK ME
LAKE
Remy doesn’t melt underneath me. She roars. She grabs. She claws. Her nails scrape through my hair, and I didn’t know I liked long nails until she dragged hers across my skull. It’s fucking possessive and needy.
Electricity crackles down my body as she kisses me back just as hard, just as fiercely as I kiss her.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a kiss.
There’s just one big problem.
This goddamn duvet between us. I wrench away from her, breaking the kiss to tug the cover off her and toss it to who even knows where.
And damn. Here she is in that sleep shirt and pants, all rumpled and twisted and unbearably sexy because they’re on her.
I tug on the bottom of her shirt, and I’m this close to pulling it off her, when I stop.
“Can you see okay?”
She laughs, then nods. “I can. Up close is fine.”
“Like my dick was after the shower?”
She growls, curls a hand around my neck. “Shut up and kiss me.”
“With so much pleasure.”
As I slant my mouth to hers, I run a hand along her neck, up into those chestnut strands. My other hand brackets her face. Her lips chase mine, hungry and needy. Her hands slip around my bare back, grabbing at me, then traveling down to my ass. I’m just wearing boxer briefs, and I really fucking hope that changes soon.
Remy doesn’t waste a second. Her hands are inside my briefs, and she’s grabbing my ass, and my skin tingles.
Everywhere. Just fucking everywhere.
I’m like a city grid lit up at night. I could power the whole country when she spreads her thighs and invites me closer.
Hello, dream girl.
I grind against her.
She arches her back. Moaning into my mouth. Seeking my tongue. Rocking up against my erection.
It’d be better though if we were naked, and she seems to agree since she’s pushing off my boxers.
I stop so I can help her along, stripping to nothing.
She groans her approval.
I kneel between her thighs and pull down her sleep pants.
And wow.
I didn’t expect anything less than something perfectly put together for my perfect planner, but this? White lacy panties with a red bow right at the center? My dick thumps its approval.
“I really hate that I have to take these off,” I say on a rumble.
Her breath comes in a harsh pant. “Take them off.”
My three favorite words. I slide them down her long, toned legs, slipping them off, then just admiring the sight.
Even in the dark, I can see enough of her, and I want it all. I want to bury my face between those thighs, lick and suck her pretty pink pussy. Make her grab my hair and scream my name as I eat her up.
But when she flings off her shirt and sits up, I’m greeted by full, creamy tits, and my brain scrambles.
“Every inch of you is beautiful,” I say, wishing I had more words, better words, but I hope those are enough.
She meets my eyes and her expression is so vulnerable and so aroused at the same time, it makes my heart squeeze. Her gaze drifts down to my legs. “Your dick is beautiful.”
This woman. I dip my face and brush a quick kiss to those red lips. “Who knew such a good girl had such a filthy mouth,” I say, then hop out of bed and head to her suitcase. “Good thing your sister was ambitious.”
“Because you are too?”
“You bet I am,” I say, grabbing the sleeve, then tearing off one as I return to the bed and settle between her thighs. Her hands are back on me in a nanosecond. Running up my thighs, traveling over my abs where she stops at the cat, tracing its tail, its ears, then darting down to my cock.
She gives me a pump.
“So fucking eager for my dick,” I muse. “Who would have thought?”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll give you every inch of what you want tonight.” As I open the condom, I don’t take my eyes off her, and she never takes her hands off me.
I roll on the condom, then notch the head of my dick against her sweet, wet center, and I haul in a breath. I’m not even pushing inside her. I’m just rubbing against her and I’m shaking. It’s that fucking good.
I’ve got to keep it together for her. I pause, rub a hand up her belly, travel to her breasts. “It’s been a while,” I confess.
She smiles softly. “It’s okay. I just want you.”
And hell, if that isn’t the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I sink inside, and my world spirals away for a white-hot minute. The feel of her. My god, the incomparable, incredible feel of this woman.