Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Her lips parted twice before she managed to make anything come out between. “That was you… accosting me.”
“Was it you accosting me when you ground your ass against me and took a deep breath so my hand slid over your breast?” I asked, leaning a little closer.
“I didn’t—”
“We both know you did,” I said, lowering my face toward the side of her face, my breath warm on her ear. “Just like we both know that you were kissing me back. Just like we know how much you liked my hand on your throat and pulling your hair.”
“That’s not—” she tried again, but there was no mistaking how breathy her voice sounded.
“I bet you’re wet right now, just remembering it.” A sweet little whimper escaped her at that, her own body betraying her. “And I bet you want me to check,” I went on, my hand landing on her leg just below the hem of her skirt.
I was close enough to hear her breath catch.
“Tell me you want that.”
Another little mewling sound escaped her.
“Is that a yes?”
To that, her head did a quick little jerk.
And, well, I didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
CHAPTER TEN
Saff
I knew it was a terrible idea even as Soren’s fingers were drifting up under my skirt.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care with his lips teasing the shell of my ear, with his scent overpowering me, with his touch teasing across my inner thigh.
We were both adults.
We could still be professional after things got spicy.
At least that was what I was telling myself as my legs spread to allow his hand to finish its path upward.
His fingers pressed against the material of my panties.
A low, rumbling sound moved through Soren, making a shiver course down my spine even as his touch had a throaty whimper escaping me.
“Told you,” Soren said, teeth nipping my earlobe as his fingers shifted up and under my panties to tease up my cleft without the barrier. “So wet for me,” he murmured.
The depth in his voice had my heartbeat tripping into overdrive as his thumb found my clit and started to circle. Lazily. Like he was enjoying the teasing.
My hand rose, grabbing his forearm, holding on as he drove me slowly up.
It wasn’t long before my hips were rocking and my soft sighs were becoming little moans.
His head shifted, gaze holding mine, the flames licking in their depths. His own desire was a sizzle sparking off of him, but he demanded nothing.
Two of his fingers slipped back down my cleft, then slid inside me. Slowly. Dragging a low, needy moan out of me.
“Shh, darlin’,” Soren said, his forehead pressing to mine as his fingers settled deep. His fingers thrust, dragging another moan out of me.
His lips curved up into a wicked little smile as his fingers thrust again, but this time, my moan was muffled by his lips as they crashed down on mine.
While his fingers stayed lazy, almost gentle, he kissed me hard and deep. Not quite with urgency, but almost… reverence. Like he was terrified he’d never get another chance, and wanted to commit each sensation to memory.
My hand slid up, grabbing the back of his neck, as I became acutely aware of every part of me at once. The ache low in my stomach, the trembling sensation up my spine, the rush of my blood through my veins.
I’d never been kissed like this before.
Like it was all there was in the world.
Like it was all he wanted there to be.
When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, they parted with a soft, involuntary sound, and he groaned—low and deep—as his tongue teased over mine.
My body felt overwhelmed with sensations, nerve endings firing off all at once, everything too intense to process.
My body was trembling as I held onto him, silently trusting him to take control, to take care of me even as I lost control of myself.
Soren’s kiss deepened, lips bruising into mine as his fingers started to thrust harder, faster, his palm flattening on my cleft to engage my clit.
My own hips were rocking, desperate for release from the clawing ache deep in my core.
Even against his lips, my moans were growing louder, more frantic as he drove me ruthlessly toward that precipice.
Then he threw me over.
My whole body shuddered as the orgasm spread through me, leaving me shaking and clinging to him as the pleasure rolled over and over again.
Soren’s lips silenced most of my cries as I clung to him.
I was the one to break it, leaning forward to press my face against his chest, comforted by the quick thump of his heart against my cheek as my body slowly came back down.
I was always the one to recover first. Hell, to recoil first. Like everything in me wanted to get away as quickly as possible once the sweat was dry and the orgasm had settled.