Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
She hesitates, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. It’s a small movement, but it hits me like a body check. She looks at the door of her building, then back at me. "Your place?"
"I’m dying for you." I lay it all on the line. "And I can’t wait another minute to make you mine."
Rory takes a slow, shaky breath, and I’m preparing myself for her rejection when she shocks the fuck out of me. "Okay. Let’s go."
I put the car in gear and drive like a man possessed. My apartment is a glass-walled box overlooking the Sound, modern and cold and usually devoid of anything that feels like a home. But when I open the door and let Rory in, the space changes. The moonlight reflecting off the water spills across the hardwood floors, turning the room into something inviting.
She walks to the window, her silhouette framed by the lights of the harbor. "This is incredible."
I don't look at the view. I look at her. I shed my jacket, tossing it onto the sofa, and walk toward her. My heart is hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, the kind of adrenaline I usually save for the final two minutes of a tied game. When I reach her, I don't stop until I’m standing directly behind her, close enough to feel the heat coming off her silk dress.
"Rory," I whisper.
She turns around, and the air between us vanishes. Her eyes are wide, dark with an anticipation that mirrors my own. I reach out, my fingers trembling slightly as I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. My hand lingers on her neck, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
"I’ve wanted this since the first day we met," she says, her voice barely a breath.
"Me too," I say, leaning down. "I’m dying for you."
Our lips collide, and she moans into my mouth, her hands flying up to fist in my hair, pulling me closer as if she’s trying to merge our bodies into one.
I back her up against the floor-to-ceiling glass, my hands roaming over her curves. The silk of her dress is slick under my palms, but the skin beneath is burning. I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her throat, savoring the low, desperate whimper that erupts from her lips. The sound makes my head spin.
"Are you sure?" I groan against her skin.
“Positive.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me toward the hall. “Now, shut up and kiss me.” We don't make it to the bed before the clothes start coming off. My shirt is discarded somewhere near the door, buttons rattling against the floor. Her dress follows, pooling around her feet in a heap of emerald silk.
Standing there in her lace underwear, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her body is all soft skin and dangerous curves, a landscape I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. I strip out of my slacks, my cock already hard and straining against my boxers, aching for the feel of her.
I lift her up into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist. I carry her the rest of the way to the bed and lay her down. The slits of moonlight catch the sheen of sweat on her skin. I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other wanders down to the lace covering her heat.
"You’re so wet for me, Rory," I growl, my fingers dancing over the damp fabric.
"Please," she whimpers, arching her back as my thumb finds her clit through the lace. She shudders and grabs a fistful of the sheets. “Ryan.” My name is barely a whisper. Fuck, I love the sound of it on her lips. I don’t hold back. I grab both sides of her panties and rip them off in one move. The lace shreds in my hands. Her breath catches, and I can feel her heart hammering under my mouth. “Those were my best pair of panties,” she grumbles as I trail kisses down the line of her stomach, tasting her skin, nipping at her belly button until she’s writhing under me.
“I’ll buy you another pair.” Hell, I’ll buy her all the sexy little panties she wants. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I growl, dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed. I lift her hips and spread her legs wide, exposing that perfect pussy I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.
Her scent hits me hard. I lose all sense of control. I run my tongue along her inner thigh, loving the way her muscles jump under my hands. I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and stare for a second, just soaking in the view. She’s already dripping for me, wet and swollen with need.