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)
My breath caught.
At the change.
In anticipation.
But, perhaps more so, at the look of pure… veneration on his face. Like there was nowhere else in the world he wanted to be but down on his knees, worshipping me.
A delicious swooping sensation moved through me as I looked down at him.
Keeping his gaze on me, his hand slid up my thigh, grabbing the material of my panties, then slowly lowering them down.
I stepped out of them without thinking about it, unable to focus on anything but the look in his dark eyes as he reached for my knee, lifting it up.
Turning his head, but keeping eye contact, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee before sliding it over his shoulder.
My insides felt like they were trembling as he finally broke the eye contact as his head ducked.
His warm breath whispered across my skin and his soft hair tickled my thighs as he moved closer.
A shudder moved through me as his tongue teased up my cleft.
My hand moved out, slipping into his silky hair, holding him against me as his tongue found my clit and started to move gently around it.
Everything about him was slow, soft, patient. Like there was nowhere he’d rather be and nothing he’d rather be doing than pleasing me.
The part of me that had never known such reverence from a man before—especially not intimately—wanted to stay lost in the sensations, in the sweetness. But there was no reasoning with my desire as it grew, as it became clawing and desperate.
My fingers tightened in his hair as my hips rocked against his mouth.
“Soren…” I whimpered, feeling that telltale tightening, that airless sensation as my muscles tensed.
Knowing how close I was, Soren’s tongue kept that same perfect pace. Until, with a slow, deep pulse, the orgasm worked through me. The waves pulled me under again and again, a deep, hard, pulsing pleasure that had my whole body shaking.
I gasped for breath when the climax finally released its grip on me.
But Soren surprised me by not moving away.
His tongue moved away from my too-sensitive clit, but kept lavishing over me—sliding up and down my cleft, tasting, teasing.
It seemed impossible, but it wasn’t long before my body started to climb once again, the need drifting from a sweet fluttering to a clawing need once again.
My hips rocked, and needy little whimpers escaped me.
Soren moved lower, curling his tongue, and slipping it inside me, thrusting lazily for a moment before shifting back up, then sucking hard on my clit.
The sound that escaped me then was half gasp, half groan as my fingers tightened on his hair.
Soren’s fingers slid inside me, making my head fall back against the wall again, a long, deep moan escaping me.
His fingers were slow and deep, until my hips were rocking and my fingers were tugging his hair.
They twisted inside me, stroking against my top wall as his tongue worked my clit once again.
The more I rocked and pulled, the more insistent his fingers and tongue became.
Until the orgasm shot suddenly through me, making me cry out as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
I don’t know how long the climax had a grip on me, but when I finally came back down, I was breathless and shaking.
Soren’s head shifted, planting a sweet kiss on one thigh, then the next.
He made his way up to his feet, tugging down my skirt as he went.
His arm shot out, hitting the button to make the elevator move once again.
Only then did he lean in close by my ear, rattling off an address.
“What?” I asked as the car stopped at the lobby.
“My address,” he said, pressing his lips to mine—hard and deep, but over far too quickly. “You want more, darlin’, you know where to find me.”
With that, he turned and moved in front of the doors as they slid open.
He tucked something into his pocket.
And it wasn’t until he was walking away that I knew what it was.
My panties.
The doors started to close, making me throw out a hand to stop them. I didn’t feel ready to trust my legs to carry me out to the street. But I forced myself to move.
By the time I made it out onto the sidewalk, Soren was long gone.
I threw up a hand, flagging down a cab because there was no way I was going to walk and take the subway back to Brooklyn in a dress without panties.
All the ride, Soren’s address flashed endlessly across my mind.
I wasn’t going to go.
But as I stripped out of the godawful dress, I wanted nothing more than to show up at his doorstep.
Instead, I got changed, grabbed a knife and some brass knuckles, deciding to distract myself by going around town and hitting up everyone who was late on their payments to the family.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Soren
“Did you find anything other than the rats?” I asked the exterminator as he came back out of the club, saying a silent prayer that termites hadn’t been hiding anywhere. Sure, the building itself was brick, but there was plenty of wood inside to worry about. Especially since the place had been empty for so long.