Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
This is taking too long, my brain whined. So I placed my hands on the heated skin of his chest and shoved him backward to make space. The pants at his knees made him stumble, but he understood the assignment. I’d given him an order, after all.
As soon as he finished taking off his pants, I did the same.
The sight of him naked, all muscle and flesh, watching me undress, was too much to handle. The desire was too great. Once I was free from my clothes, his hands were on my body, roaming everywhere. Each touch set my nerve endings on fire.
I was only vaguely aware when he laid me back onto the mattress, his mouth hot on my neck and then working lower.
“No,” I said, writhing beneath him.
“No?”
“Now. I need you now.” My words fell on him like the crack of a whip.
His rough hands were gone from my body. They went to the bedside table, yanking open the drawer so hard it sounded like he’d pulled it off its track. I could tell he was hurrying with the condom, yet it felt like a lifetime. Every cell in my body was aching for him. Hands went under my legs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, my body before him as he stood over me.
“Please, Jason.” Everything was so out of control, and then suddenly he was there, moving inside me. Filling me completely.
His face was devastatingly handsome, his eyes full of concern and longing. “Is this what you needed?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
The word annihilated any control I had over my body or my emotions, and I gave up fighting them. My hands clawed for him, bringing him close so his ragged breath was loud in my ear, and the rough edge of his unshaven face scraped my neck.
It spilled from my lips. “Oh, God, yes.”
He withdrew from me then sank back in, inch by inch. It felt impossibly good to the point it was almost torturous. I let out a soft sound of satisfaction, but it was muffled under his kiss, and then he began to move, easing to a steady pace.
The rock of his body against mine made fire rage, tightening a coil in my center.
It was as if his hands were everywhere. But his mouth, which stayed on mine, was unrelenting. Even when it became too difficult to draw air into my body and forced me to tear my lips away, his went to the sensitive spot just below my ear.
The coil inside me twisted tighter.
I clung to him and my hands drifted to his back, but I remembered to stop before I touched the place where his skin was an angry, dark purple. The spot where he’d taken a bullet for me.
Instead, I reached one hand behind my head and balled the sheet into a fist, and wrapped the other behind his neck, curling my fingers into his hair.
I didn’t care if I was panting, or moaning, or if my legs were too tight around his waist. It didn’t matter if his brother might hear us. All I wanted—all I needed—was release, which each of his thrusts promised to give.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. It sent pleasure glancing up my spine. But then his pace slowed and he blew out a long breath as if he were struggling to even himself out.
“Don’t slow down,” I pleaded. I was going to lose my mind standing right at the edge of ecstasy, and irrational panic flooded my thoughts that he was going to hold me there indefinitely.
He obeyed my command. His arms went under my shoulders and scooped up my head, holding it in place, his face just over mine. His dark and intense gaze locked on mine. It made time stop.
And it was my total undoing.
I cried out as I came, my eyes slamming shut as pleasure coursed throughout my body, all the way to my fingertips tangled in the sheet above my head. I heard him groan and felt his muscles tense, and his thrusts became uneven and deep until he jerked inside me, prolonging my pleasure.
It seemed to last forever.
Afterward, it took him longer to catch his breath than it did for me, and when he rose to stand, his jaw tightened in pain.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
He made a noise, some sort of half-laugh. “No, L, you didn’t hurt me.”
Before I could ask him to elaborate, he stepped back and walked toward the bathroom. While he was gone, I shifted on the bed, moving to put my head on the pillow and get under the covers.
When he reappeared, he climbed in beside me beneath the sheets, his hand sliding over my stomach. It was so he could urge me onto my side and pull me back against his sweat-dampened chest. As we curled up together, he smoothed my hair back so he could be close.