Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I’ve only seen bodies like this online, and I swore it was all photoshopped,” I say, openly gawking.
“And you haven’t even gotten to the best part,” Tate says, winking.
I grab his waistband and yank him to me.
“Getting aggressive, Miss Kapowski?” he asks, watching me undo his belt.
The name makes my stomach knot, and I wish I could correct him. I’d love nothing more than to hear him call me Aurora. It would make this that much hotter, and I’d feel far less guilty. I’m giving him my body, but I can’t give him my real name?
I can’t fix this now. There’s no way. Besides, by this time tomorrow, he’ll only be a memory. What does it really matter?
“Does my aggressiveness intimidate you?” I tease.
“Oh, no. Please don’t hurt me. That would be awful,” he deadpans.
“Don’t be a smart-ass.”
His chuckle cuts through me like a hot knife. “I think you misunderstand this situation.”
“What makes you say that?” I slide his belt out of his pants and toss it to the side. Then I palm his cock through his pants and look up at him. “This is kind of hard to misunderstand, isn’t it?”
His hand covers mine, his fingers pressing mine harder against him.
“The part you don’t seem to comprehend is that I’m here to please you,” he says. His eyes, aroused, are more green than blue. “Whatever gets you off is what I’m into.” He leans forward until his lips hover above mine. “Don’t be confused about that, either. Because, by morning, you will know every way you can come.”
Good God.
I suck in a breath as he pulls away from my face.
His words stoke the inferno sizzling inside me, a fire that’s hotter and brighter than I’ve ever felt before. Life is breathed into me again. Each touch, word, and look brings me closer to a version of myself I thought was long gone, having faded away with my failed relationships.
My hands tremble as I unfasten his pants. The hiss of his zipper kisses the air as I lower it one tooth at a time. It’s a moment pregnant with anticipation and thick with tension, and I focus on the proximity of my hand to his cock.
Tate’s fingers brush across my cheek before he turns, removing his socks and shoes, and then his pants and briefs. His back ripples with each movement, each muscle flexing and pulling in a spectacular show just for me. Finally, he turns to me with his cock in his hand, and my eyes instinctively follow the movement.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
He strokes himself from root to tip. A bead of pre-cum has already gathered on the head. His shaft is thick and nearly as long as his hand—and I want it inside me.
“I think you’re the one misreading this situation,” I say.
“Really?”
“You don’t seem to comprehend that I want you to bury yourself inside me.” I lift a brow. “Now.”
His eyes widen, and a slow smile splits his lips. “Get over here.”
He cups my face with both hands a split second before his mouth covers mine. It happens so fast that I’m unprepared. I gasp a breath before slinging my arms over his shoulders and running my fingers through his hair, melting into him.
His lips are soft and full, and each kiss is demanding and intentional. They press and glide against mine—guiding them in a dance that feels like we’ve practiced many times before. His tongue slips into my mouth, parting my lips as if he owns them.
I whimper and sag against him.
A dizzying current rushes through my veins and coalesces in the apex of my thighs.
“Tate,” I moan as he presses kisses along my jaw.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. My heels drop to the floor, and his cock slides against my pussy, taunting it. Taunting me. My head falls back as I thrust my hips against him, begging for friction. Contact. Relief.
“You promised me orgasms,” I say, moaning every time the head of his dick touches my clit.
“Do you want to come on my face or cock first?” He carries me into the bedroom, nipping my bottom lip between kisses. “Tell me.”
I shake with anticipation and from the forwardness of his question. I’ve never been asked this before. Sex has never been about me, and I’ve certainly not been given options.
“Face,” I say, as mine turns red.
“Excellent choice.”
He kisses me long and hard before tossing me on the bed. I squeal, the sound turning into laughter that’s silenced by Tate crawling across the mattress like a predator on the prowl.
My belly tightens as he comes to a stop in front of me.
“You have the best tits I’ve ever seen,” he says, holding them in his palms. “Perfect shape. Perfect weight.” He flicks one nipple with his tongue, and it beads for him immediately. “So responsive.”