Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Doesn’t matter what comes next, I’m all in. I attack his neck with kisses and nips, which causes him to chuckle. One of his hands finds the hem of my tank as he toys with it. “You want to play?”
“I want to play.”
He moves his hand over my stomach and takes hold of my breast. Kneading and squeezing, he watches me just as he pinches the tip, sending a flare of pleasure straight down between my legs, causing me to buck. I tip my head back, my mouth falls open, and my breath deepens, wanting more.
Kissing me, he swallows a moan before it reaches our ears and teases my other nipple. When his knee slips between my legs, I open for him, giving him all the access he craves because I need this just as much. Maybe more. He feels so good, the weight of his body, the intensity of his touch, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the one who can save him tonight. The buildup is too much, the foreplay too long. I hold his face and encourage him to look up at me just after he starts to go down. “I want you.”
“I want you, too.” He continues down, hooking his fingers over my shorts and takes them with him. Quick to pause, he leans right and kisses my hip. “Are those strawberries?”
I forget about the three small tattoos on my hip. “It was on a whim in South Padre, spring break after senior year. Too much tequila . . . you know the drill.”
The smile that reaches his eyes is so sweet as he stares down at the little bunch and kisses it again. “A trail of strawberries.” Glancing at me, he adds, “I like where these are leading.”
I giggle. Yes, giggle like a schoolgirl under his admiring gaze. My cheeks are heating, and it feels so good to release the tension. “Glad you like.”
“You know what I like better?” The shorts reach my thighs, and his gaze travels to the apex of my legs. It’s not a lingering look, but it’s potent in its powers, making me want to clench my thighs together and rub feverishly. He doesn’t let me. His fingers drag down my legs, making claims that he doesn’t verbalize.
I don’t know how I thought this would play out, but I wasn’t expecting a sweet seduction from him. It rouses my yearning for him, pulling it to the surface as if it’s been waiting for the opportunity.
He gets off the bed, taking my pajama bottoms with him and dropping them to the floor. Standing at the end of the mattress, he explores my body slowly, leaving the cool air to brush over my skin. But it’s not the temperature that makes me want to beg him to return. It’s the way he’s taking me in.
Desire.
Approval.
Need.
A delicious combination burns in his eyes as he licks his lips. His eyes reach mine again, and he says, “Take off your top for me, Lauralee.” His voice is firm, a command not a request that I’m more than happy to oblige. Especially since he’s already taking his briefs off in front of me.
All’s fair.
I sit up and strip my shirt away and toss it at him. He catches it with a grin as I settle back on my elbows. “You going to stand there all night and stare?”
“It’s not the worst idea.” He kisses the inside of my left thigh, then makes sure the right one isn’t left out. Looking back up at me, he says, “I can’t wait to watch you come.”
I’m left lifeless, dead to the world, seduced to death with that simple phrase.
He flattens his hand over my stomach and kisses closer to where I really want him but stops shy of the spot. Nudging under my leg, I lift. He settles in with it draped over his shoulder and takes a lick like he’s been dying to his whole life—eyes closed, deep inhale, and savoring right after.
I fall flat on my back and lie there with my arms wide open as this man’s hunger for me gets the better of him, and he starts devouring me like I’m his last meal. I grab the pillow above my head and smother my moans though I know there’s no stopping my body from wriggling under his tongue and lips, his mouth as he latches onto my clit.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, the intensity striking like the lightning outside. My body feels alive, electrified as his mouth takes me, teases me, fucks me, and tempts me toward the edge. My mind is nothing and everything at once. His tongue, the feel of his hair between my fingers as I tug, the scruff along the soft skin of my inner thighs and that look he gave right before diving in that told me to get ready to hold on tight.