Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“I’ve imagined stripping you out of those clothes a thousand times.” I drop my lips to her knee. “I’m supposed to be strong enough to leave you be. To do the right thing and then take you back when everything is over.”
Hurt flashes through her eyes, making my own chest ache.
“But damn it, I can’t resist you. And I’ve done my best to try.” I kiss the inside of her thigh. “I survived in the wilderness for twenty days, on my own, evading the enemy.” A kiss to that crease where leg meets pussy. “I’ve been tortured, had food and water withheld, been waterboarded—”
“I can’t stand that.”
“—and none of that holds a candle to the fucking agony of keeping my hands off you, Rebel.”
“I’m right here.” She cups my cheek and guides me up to her so she can kiss me so sweetly, it takes my breath away. “Don’t keep your hands off me anymore.”
I kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, where I nibble and make her legs scissor in agitation. Then, I pull one nipple into my mouth and gently bite around the barbell.
“Gideon!”
“Does that hurt?” I ask, sweeping my nose back and forth over the wet nub.
“No.”
“Good.” I repeat the motion, tugging her nipple with my teeth. “These are sexy as fuck, Lena.”
“I know.” She arches her back, encouraging me to keep doing what I’m doing.
She’s so fucking responsive.
Once I’ve thoroughly lavished attention on her tits, I leave wet kisses down her torso to her pussy, spreading her legs and taking her in.
“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Rebel.”
Her breath hitches, and she throws her arm over her face, but I reach up and pull it away.
“No hiding from me.”
“So I’m . . .” She swallows hard.
“Talk to me.” My lips press to her hip, and I take a deep breath, enjoying the way she smells. I can smell her arousal in the air, and I’m fucking drunk on it.
“I’m not a virgin.”
My head comes up, and I narrow my eyes at her. “I’m not talking about anyone else fucking you right now, Lena.”
“No, it’s not that.” She licks her lips, and she won’t look at me.
“Hey.” I boost myself back up to her and brush her hair off her cheek before kissing her softly. “What’s wrong?”
“No one’s ever done . . . that.”
I frown, not understanding, and then it dawns on me. “No one has ever eaten you out?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head just once, and I hate seeing the uncertainty on her gorgeous face.
“Do you think that’s a turnoff?”
She blinks in surprise.
“Because it’s not. I like knowing that my mouth is the only one that’s been down there. That I’m the only one who will know what you taste like when you come all over my tongue. I’m going to devour you, beautiful, and then I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, you’ll forget any motherfucker who was here before me.”
She licks her lips.
“Unless you’re telling me no. In which case, I won’t do that.”
“I’m not saying no,” she replies.
“Thank fuck.” I grin and kiss her hard, then dive back down, spread her wide, and lap at her core, from her ass to her clit, and the sound she makes will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
“Holy shit.”
“That’s nothing, baby.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lena
Dear, sweet mother of God, he’s going to suck my soul out of my vagina.
And I’m not upset about it.
My hands dive into his hair, holding on as his mouth does the most delicious things to my pussy. I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching as he pulls my lips into his mouth and tugs, presses his nose to my clit, and makes me see stars.
This is the best way to die ever.
Those steel gray eyes meet mine, and he’s moaning as he licks and sucks, and then his fingers get in on the action.
He pushes two fingers inside me as he licks up to my clit, and then he pauses, clenches his eyes shut, and groans.
“Fuck, Rebel, you’re so damn tight.”
“You have thick fingers.”
He chuckles as he works them in and out, stretching me just a bit, and then he turns his hand, palm facing up, and makes a little come here motion, hitting a spot that no one’s ever hit before, and it sends me out of my damn mind.
“Oh my God!”
“He’s not here, baby. It’s just me.”
“Fuck.” My hips buck, and he keeps rubbing, keeps stretching, and then his lips pull on my clit, and I scream as the orgasm bursts through me.
He kisses up my body but doesn’t take his fingers out, and when he’s at my neck, he bites me, hard enough to leave a mark.
And it’s fucking everything.
“Gideon.”
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come, Rebel.” He kisses my cheek, and then my lips. “And we have a big problem.”