Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 97994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Honestly? No, I…”
I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time, and Preston was new. I have no interest in putting my body through all those changes unless I have a damn good reason to.
Or a commitment.
I shake my head.
No.
Aaron’s nostrils flare, eyes alive with arousal. “I’ve got you—there are condoms in the nightstand. We’re covered.”
Uh-huh. Of course there are.
The practicality of all this unnerves me. As if he does this often, meanwhile, my thighs are already shaking and we haven’t even… you know. And now we’re talking about safe sex and condoms while I quiver on his mattress.
Who am I?
Aaron is steady and strong and unbearably sexy—at least, to me anyway.
He reaches toward me again, gently brushing his thumb along my jawline. “We’re not doing anything stupid. Let’s save the risks for later, eh?”
Hands roam: down my sides, over my ribs, spanning my waist. I feel small beneath him.
Petite.
Fragile.
We’re both bare now, skin against skin, and the heat of him is almost overwhelming. I can feel every inch of him pressed to me, hard and heavy, but still, he…
Does.
Not.
Rush.
His mouth trails down my throat, over my collarbone, following the curve of my chest. He pauses to press a slow kiss between my breasts, then lower, dragging his lips over the flat of my stomach. His hands slide beneath my thighs, urging them wider without a word.
I inhale sharply.
“Aaron…” My voice sounds wrecked already.
He glances up at me from between my legs, eyes dark.
My breath turns shallow as he leans in, his mouth brushing closer—slow enough to make me ache with anticipation. He presses a soft kiss to the sensitive skin high on my thigh first, then another, working his way inward with maddening patience.
“I’m going to get you close to coming—and then I’m going to fuck you.”
I have no idea what to say to that.
I nod, completely unable to speak.
My fingers tighten in the sheets instead, thighs trembling as he drags his hands up the backs of them, urging me open. He looks up at me once more, holding my gaze as if he wants to see the exact second I surrender.
And I do.
My head tips back, breath catching when his mouth finally lowers again, mouth on my pussy, all the buildup and anticipation giving way to sensation.
Every nerve in my body sizzles.
Aaron’s tongue flattens against me, licking my core as he sucks, my hand tangling into his hair—not to guide him or hold him steady, but because the pleasure is almost too much to bear, building in a steady wave…
If he isn’t careful, he’ll come, and we won’t have the chance to—
My hips lift instinctively, chasing the sensation, and he answers with a low sound of approval that vibrates straight through me.
He looks up at me again.
Smiles into my thigh.
Wipes his mouth on my skin before he pulls away, dragging himself up my body like he’s in no rush to get there. He presses slow kisses to my stomach, my ribs, the underside of my breasts, his mouth warm and commanding as it moves.
Licks a nipple, his erection hard between my legs, brushing against the apex of my thighs.
My body reacts instantly, hips tipping forward, wanting more.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs against my neck. “Like a fucking angel.”
He’s told me I’m pretty before, but the way he’s saying it now feels different, as if my hair and bows and pale skin are the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, and he’s as excited to slide inside me as I am to invite him in.
My heart pounds.
He’s speaking as if I’m his fantasy.
My legs fall open without hesitation, inviting him closer, needing him closer. There’s nothing coy about it. No pretending. I want him. I want the weight of him, the stretch of him, the connection of it.
Aaron drops his head into my neck, breathing hard, his control slipping.
He exhales and reaches to the side, arm stretching toward the bedside table. The drawer sticks for half a second before he yanks it open, rummaging without breaking eye contact.
Tears the condom packet open, using his teeth—something I’ve only seen done in the movies—foil crinkling in the quiet room.
I watch as he leans back on his haunches to slide it over his cock, down the shaft. Then he moves back over me, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, caging me in again, broad shoulders bracketing my body, his warmth covering mine.
Aaron kisses my neck.
Teeth graze lightly beneath my ear before he soothes the spot with his tongue…
I have never been so aware of my own body.
Breathlessly, I wait for him to line himself up, gripping his own dick and teasing me with the tip of it, dragging it back and forth slowly.
Oh god…
I gasp when he inches forward.
The first press of him makes my back arch, a startled, needy sound escaping my throat before I can swallow it down. He stills immediately, forehead dropping to mine, breathing hard.