Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“You are nowhere near as naked as I need you,” he breathes against my mouth, and I couldn’t agree more—even if the thought of him pulling away makes me ache.
Still, it has to happen. Our clothes are officially the enemy.
We fumble and tug, lips never straying far, hands everywhere at once. It’s uncoordinated as hell and I’m pretty sure I hear fabric tear, but neither of us cares. We’re too far gone to stop.
Somehow, I’m the one completely naked while Lucky’s still half-dressed, his pants the only thing left on him. I have every intention of evening the score—until his hand slides between my thighs and everything in me short-circuits.
The heat of his palm burns against me as he gives a slow, intimate squeeze that steals the breath from my lungs. It’s a jarring shift from the frantic pace seconds ago—gentler, deeper.
But before I can process the change, he’s sliding a thick finger inside me, and thought disappears entirely. I grip his shoulders as a guttural moan rips out of me—loud, desperate, completely unfiltered.
His finger withdraws, then drives back in, slow but purposeful. My heels plant against the mattress as I lift my hips into his hand, chasing every bit of pressure he gives.
Lucky’s mouth finds my neck, and he lets out a low, wicked laugh against my skin, amused by just how greedy I’ve become.
Fine—two can play that game. I slip my hands between us and go for his belt, determined to return the favor.
He shifts just enough to give me room, but the second he pushes two fingers inside me, my coordination shatters. My vision blurs, breath catching as I fight to focus. Somehow, I undo his buckle, even as his mouth trails hot along my neck and his fingers work me into a frenzy.
My body shakes, hips grinding against his hand like I’ve got no control at all—only need.
Lucky drags his teeth along my collarbone and I shiver, but finally get his pants unbuttoned. I shove them down in a rush, hand slipping inside until I find him, hot, hard, and heavy in my grip.
I wrap my fingers around him, stroking, teasing, letting my thumb swirl over the slick at the tip. His hips jerk into my hand, matching my rhythm, both of us moving in sync, tangled in heat and longing.
It’s not enough.
God, I need more.
Every inch of me aches for it.
Whether he’s sensing what I’m feeling or burning with the same need, Lucky suddenly shifts off me, reaching into his back pocket. A second later, he’s got a condom in hand, sliding it from his wallet with practiced ease.
I take the chance to really look at him—his face tight with desire and focus as he tears the foil open.
That jaw, those eyes, the lean lines of muscle across his chest and those four-leaf clovers on his neck—all of it hits differently now that I’m seeing it instead of just feeling it.
His pants hang open, his cock hard and waiting, and I can’t look away. A tremor runs up my spine as he slides on the condom, every motion precise, controlled.
Eyes on me, he strokes himself a few times. I can’t help but stare, my mouth watering.
“Let me get my pants off,” he growls and starts to move from the bed.
“Don’t,” I practically shout, my finger sliding through a belt loop and holding tight.
Lucky freezes, head tilted in curiosity.
“Just push the damn things down,” I suggest, eyes flicking between his cock and his shocked expression.
“You’re that horny, huh?” he asks, hiking an eyebrow.
I snort and shake my head. “I’m efficient.”
His grin is wide and beautiful. “I like it.”
Lucky pushes his pants down a little past his hips, freeing his beautiful dick. He gives himself a few more strokes and then lowers himself onto me.
I part in welcome, and he grabs one of my legs to hook around his waist.
My head tips back as he grabs his cock and drags it through my slick heat, the tease of it making my eyes flutter shut.
When the tip settles at my entrance, my breath catches—everything in me strains for more.
Lucky’s eyes lock on mine and I brace for a kiss, even wet my lips in anticipation, but he doesn’t move. He just stares, intense and unreadable, before starting the long slow push inside.
“Lucky!” I moan, the stretch and heat so good it sends a rush straight through me, pleasure already coiling tight.
He groans against my neck. “You good?”
“Perfect,” I gasp, the word punching out as he pulls back and thrusts into me, deeper. “You deserve an award.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest as his head lifts, his eyes a beautiful mixture of amusement and lust. “Promise me we’ll always laugh in bed.”
He punctuates that by rotating his hips and I grunt. So very unladylike. “Trust me… the sounds you’re going to wring out of me will be very funny.”