Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I was in love with her even then.
The batter’s just about done when footsteps pad across the hardwood.
When I glance up, the whisk in my hand stalls.
She’s wearing one of my old, faded T-shirts—the hem barely brushing the tops of her thighs—and pink fuzzy socks are pulled halfway up her calves. Her hair is still a mess, and her lips are still pink from sleep.
She looks…
Downright edible.
Something catches inside me as she pushes onto the counter and settles there. Her legs part just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her bare pussy.
There are no panties in sight.
Jesus.
I grit my teeth and flip the first pancake as steam rises from the griddle.
“It smells good,” she says, swinging her legs lazily.
It takes all of my self-control to focus on the task at hand. I slide a finished stack onto a plate and bring it to her, setting it beside her hip before picking up the fork.
She raises a brow. “You’re feeding me now?”
“Uh-huh.” I spear a bite and hold it to her mouth. “Open up.”
With her gaze locked on mine, she does exactly as I ask, and her lips close around the fork with a satisfied hum.
“Damn,” she murmurs. “That’s good.”
I feed her another bite, watching her chew as my gaze drops back to her bare thighs. Her shirt rides higher when she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider.
Heat sears through my bloodstream.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
“Not hungry?” she asks, licking a drop of syrup from her thumb.
I set the fork down. “I’ll eat as soon as I’m done feeding you.”
The moment she finishes the last bite, I slide the plate into the sink and turn back.
Her eyes are wide as I step between her thighs.
“Now I’m ready to eat breakfast,” I murmur. My hands wrap around the backs of her knees as I drag her closer to the edge of the counter.
She breathes my name, hands bracing behind her, knuckles white against the marble.
“Now, be a good girl for me and take off your shirt.”
Without hesitation, she lifts the fabric over her head, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin until she’s bare again, glowing in the morning light like a fantasy I’ve conjured into reality.
I trace my fingers down her sides until they settle at her hips. Then I reach around her to grab the bottle of maple syrup from the counter.
Her brows lift slightly. “Steele…”
“Pretty sure everything tastes better with syrup,” I say with a smirk.
Her breath catches as I drizzle a line over the swell of one breast. It glistens as it trails down her skin. I dip my head and kiss her lips once before moving lower to chase the sticky sweetness with my tongue.
I lap at her, savoring the way her body trembles beneath my mouth. Then I suck her nipple between my lips. With a whimper, she arches into me.
Her fingers twist in my hair as I dust kisses across her chest, worshipping every curve. “Makes me wonder what else I could lick off your body,” I whisper against her skin.
That question earns me another thick shiver.
I spread her thighs wider as I drop to my knees like a man devoted, my gaze locked on hers the entire time. “Now this,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her inner thigh, “is exactly what I woke up craving.”
I kiss her again, this time lower, tasting her sweet heat. Her gasp echoes in the kitchen as my tongue flicks her clit before sweeping along her center, collecting every drop of honey.
I take my time, stroking her with slow, teasing licks, sliding my tongue inside her softness and groaning when she spreads her legs even wider, giving me more room to maneuver. Her thighs tremble, her breath comes in ragged bursts, and all I want is to keep her on this edge, floating and open and mine.
Touching her like this, playing with her like this, is everything I’ve ever wanted.
If I keeled over tomorrow, I would die a happy man now that I’ve had my face pressed against her pussy, tonguing her sweetness, slipping inside her core.
It doesn’t take long before her body tightens, her fingers tunneling in my hair as she grinds against my mouth.
“Steele,” she groans, my name sounding like a broken prayer.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper between strokes. “I want to watch you fall apart on my tongue.”
When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes off the walls. Her whole body trembles, and I hold her through it, hands firm on her thighs, mouth claiming every single shiver.
It’s only after the last shudder rolls through her that I rise and brush a kiss against her swollen lips before scooping her into my arms and carrying her back to the bedroom.
31
LILAH
The elevator doors glide open with a ding, and I step out, smoothing my hands down the sides of my coat. I can’t stop thinking about how good it’s felt to wake up in Steele’s arms these past few mornings. Each night he pushes my body to the brink, giving me orgasm after orgasm, but he has yet to slide deep inside me. If the man is trying to drive me insane, he’s doing a damn good job of it.