Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“I’m going to make this so good for you.” The gleam in his eyes echoed the promise.
Then he draped her legs over his haunches, his erection rising between them, beckoning her.
He slid inside her, slowly. Just when she thought he’d slam deep and hard, he stopped. Smiled. And rocked gently right there at her entrance.
It was mind-blowing.
She moaned, looked at him through her lashes, her voice like gravel. “Oh my God. That’s too good.” He rocked over her G-spot, the slowness of it driving her crazy. Her body quaked, and her legs tightened against his sides, quivering. “What are you doing to me?”
“I told you.” His words were a low growl. “Slow and sweet and good.”
She sucked in a breath, arched her body, grabbed the pillow beneath her head with both hands. “So perfect.”
His eyes glittered. “Do you want me to make it even better?”
Her words came out in a gasp. “You can’t possibly make it better.”
But he smiled, like the devil she knew he had to be. “Oh yeah, I can.”
Then he put his hand between her legs, stroking her with his thumb. Everything inside her went up in smoke. Because yes—God, yes—this was so much better.
She stopped looking at him, stopped thinking about him. There was only the feel of him inside her, the caress of his thumb on her, and the sensations rolling through her.
She tossed on the pillow, her movements somehow making everything better. Fisting her hands in the covers, she wrapped her legs around him, tried to pull him deeper.
But his body resisted. There was just that slow, seemingly endless stroke across her G-spot and his thumb making her utterly insane. He was so right. This was so good. She’d never felt anything like it with anyone ever.
She panted, she wailed, she begged. The climax built inside her, quaked through her body, and burst like an imploding star. She screamed, her body bucking. Cried out his name.
Then he slammed home, taking her hard and fast. It was so good, so perfect. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it bad, so bad.
She didn’t know whether she said the words, or they just rolled around in her brain. His relentless pounding somehow kept sensation flying through her, on and on. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she dug her fingernails into his arms. She grabbed his butt, pulling him deeper, forcing him to a relentless, pounding pace.
She opened her eyes to see him rear his head back as he growled and groaned and came hard inside her. It felt as though he were filling her up. Despite the condom.
They came together. Endlessly. Blissfully.
Until he collapsed on top of her, his body still quaking, hers still quivering.
She whispered against his ear, “You’re right. That was good.”
Better than good. The best ever.
When Clay came to, he lay flat on his back, Saskia cradled against him, one leg over his thighs, her foot tangled between his calves. The room was steamy with sex.
His body buzzed in the aftermath. She’d said it was good. He couldn’t remember it ever being better. Maybe it was the adrenaline from that near miss out on the street. Maybe it was the beers he’d drunk without eating lunch.
Or maybe it was just their off-the-charts chemistry.
Her breathing didn’t have the rhythm of sleep, so he asked, “Are you hungry?”
Her groan rumbled through his chest. “I’m starving.” She looked at him, her eyes dark and expressive. “I haven’t eaten all day. I was working so late last night, then I slept almost until I went out for coffee.”
“I wonder if they have room service here.”
She grinned. “I happen to know they do. I’m dying for a hamburger. With French fries.” Then she laughed. “I can never eat the whole thing. Will you share with me?”
He was ravenous enough to eat two burgers, but he said, “I can share.”
She scrambled out of bed, naked but not self-conscious about it, her skin the pearly pink of good sex. While she grabbed a menu off the desk, he strode into the bathroom, cleaned up, and was back before she’d finished perusing the menu.
He flopped down on the bed beside her. She hadn’t even pulled up the covers, as if her nakedness didn’t bother her at all. He liked that she wasn’t embarrassed about what they’d done.
And they still had another condom.
It was dark outside, but he didn’t glance at his watch. He didn’t want to know how much time he had left with her.
He’d called her insatiable. But she’d made him insatiable.
Her eyes glowed when she looked at him. “The half pounder with extra pickles.”
He’d take it any way she wanted it. “Absolutely.”
She called in their order, then grinned at him. “They said fifteen minutes.” She waggled her eyebrows. “What can we do in fifteen minutes?”
He loved the way she thought. “I could make you come again.”