Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I angled my head up to find Christopher already looking down at me. The look in his eyes had my breath catching.
“Alara—”
“Don’t overthink it,” I demanded, my hand sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him down toward me.
I saw the decision just a moment before his lips claimed mine.
I expected tentative, a man still trying to fight his feelings.
But his lips slanted over mine, taking the kiss deeper. His lips pressed, teeth nipped, tongue teased.
My hands slid down, pushing at his jacket, shoving it down his arms until it fell to the floor.
Christopher groaned at my eagerness as I tugged at his tie, then worked his buttons loose.
His own hands roamed—sliding down my back, sinking into my ass, pulling me flush against him until I felt his hard length pressing into my belly.
A whimper escaped me at the promise of him.
My hands fumbled with his belt, but before I could unfasten his pants, he was grabbing me, pushing me back until my back hit one of the deep freezers.
His mouth broke from mine, lips moving down my neck as his hands snagged the hemline of my shirt and started to drag it upward.
He pulled back long enough to free me of the material before his lips were on me again, moving across my throat, up the other side of my neck.
A trembling awareness moved through me as his hand drifted up my side before sliding down the cup of my bra and closing over my breast.
Heat pooled as I arched into his touch, a small whimper escaping me.
A rumbling sound escaped Christopher as his fingers moved inward, circling my nipple until my legs felt weak, until my breath was coming in short, sharp huffs.
Only then did his head duck, sucking the point into his mouth, making a ragged cry escape me as my hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him against me as his lips pulsed, as his tongue curled and his teeth scraped.
He moved across my chest to tease me until I was whimpering and clinging to him.
Only then did he lower down further, lips kissing down my belly, then across my waistband as his hands worked my button and zipper free, then dragged the material of my pants and panties down to my ankles. He paused, taking his time sliding the flowing material over my boot, then freeing my other leg.
But the second he was done, his restraint snapped.
He spread my legs and was right there between, his tongue sliding up my core like he couldn’t hold himself back for another moment.
My breath caught at the slow, intoxicating drag of contact as his tongue circled my clit.
His hand slid up, palming my ass, his fingers flexing on my skin each time a soft moan escaped me.
Restraint was slipping, second by second, my whimpers turning into deep, aching moans as my hands clutched the back of his head, holding him against me as he circled relentlessly, never letting the pace or pressure change, allowing my body to climb effortlessly.
Pressure built with each movement until desire spiraled, wild and breathless, and my breath was catching as the orgasm pulsed through me.
Christopher groaned against me as the waves moved through me, as a long moan escaped me.
He stayed with me through it before tilting his head upward, kissing the triangle above my sex, then moving up my belly, between my breasts, up my neck, then finally pressing down to mine.
It was a hard, hungry kiss.
And as his hips shifted closer, I felt his own need against me.
I reached down, palming him through his slacks, loving the way his breath caught and his hips rocked against the sensation, chasing more of it.
My hand left him only to work his button and zipper down.
Christopher’s hands grabbed his waistbands and shoved them down, inviting the touch we were both hungry for.
His breath hissed against my lips as my hand closed around him without a barrier. I stroked him a few times before sliding my thumb across the head, making his hips buck and a rough curse escape him.
He broke the kiss, his heated gaze watching mine for a moment, a silent question there.
As if there was anything I could possibly want more in this moment than him inside me. I gave him the slightest nod.
It was all movement then as he reached for his wallet, dug for the condom, lifted it to nip the corner with his teeth, then grabbed my wrist to move my hand away so he could slide it on.
Finished, he reached down, grabbing me behind the knee on my bad leg, hauling it up, spreading me wide, then stepping closer.
Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings, my belly flipping, my sex clenching.
He reached between us, gliding himself against me once, twice, three times. Until I was whimpering. Until my hips were writhing.