Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Speaking of work, I do have some things to do if I’m going to take the day off with her tomorrow, so I press my lips to her forehead as I roll her onto her back and gently slip from the bed, careful not to wake her. Padding out of the room, I walk downstairs to turn off lights and lock up, set the alarms, and check in with Miller. Then I swing by my office to grab my laptop.
I’ll work from bed so I can keep an eye on my angel.
After snatching a couple of bottles of Billie’s favorite water from the fridge, I return upstairs and set the water at the bedside. I’ve just set my computer down and pulled my shirt off when I hear her whimper for the first time.
My gaze falls to her, and I furrow my brow when she shifts in the bed, a frown between her brows.
Quickly, I shed my sweats and climb between the sheets to gather her against me.
“Shh, it’s okay.” I kiss her head and hug her close, and she sighs. “I’m here, angel.”
But she doesn’t settle. She whimpers again, and this time, she grinds her pelvis against mine, wrapping her leg over my hip, and my hand drifts down to her lush arse, gripping it firmly.
“Connor.” She’s awake now, kissing my bare chest, and every molecule in my body is fully awake and wanting her.
“Did you have a bad dream?” I murmur into her hair, and she shakes her head as she looks up at me with bright hazel eyes.
“Not a bad dream,” she says as her hand moves down my side. “I have a question.”
“Anything.” I’m pulling my shirt that she’s wearing up her back so I can touch her bare skin, and she stretches into my touch as if she can’t get enough of it.
“Would you please fuck me into this mattress already?”
Her lust-filled eyes hold mine. She bites that lip, and all of my tightly reined self-control snaps.
With a groan, I roll her onto her back and work my shirt off her, toss it aside, and stare down at her in the soft lamplight. I pin one of her hands above her head as I kiss her. My free hand teases one of her nipples into a tight peak, making her squirm and moan against my mouth.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I say against her lips, and she bites my lower lip, then lets go and drags her leg up the outside of my own.
“I need you, Connor.” She licks her lips, and my already hard cock swells at her breathy words. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow. I need you to fill me up, and tease me, and touch me until I’m begging for mercy.”
“Christ.” I lick and suck my way down her torso, stopping to pluck at her nipples with my teeth before I journey farther south. Her hands are in my hair, pulling as her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow. “Give me your eyes, angel.”
She complies, and I keep kissing farther south until I’m at her already glistening pussy. “You want me to use my mouth on you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Tell me. I want to hear you use your words, baby.”
“Kiss me.” She licks her lips and moans when I brush my tongue over her clit. “Yes. Oh God, yes. More, Connor.”
“More of what?”
“More tongue. Move down just … yes.”
I pull her lips into my mouth and devour her. My tongue pushes into her slit, into her core, and when I press my nose to her clit, she lifts her hips right off the bed.
“Connor!” She presses her heel into my shoulder for more leverage, and I bloody love it.
Christ, she went from dead asleep to this sensual goddess in less than ten seconds.
“Oh, please,” she pants, her hands in my hair. I growl against her, and that’s all it takes for her to cry out, fuck herself against my face, and fall apart. Her core is sopping wet as I replace my mouth with my fingers. Her walls tighten and hug them, and I kiss the inside of her trembling thighs.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful when you come.” I kiss over her hip and her belly on my way back up to her lips. Resting my cock in her slick, wet heat, I lean in and kiss her softly. “Do you taste yourself?”
“Mmm,” she says, licking her lips. “Connor?”
“Yes, angel.”
She shifts, and the crown of my cock rubs against her clit, making us both gasp. Her mouth opens in an O, and she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I kiss her chin, her neck, still dragging my dick through her folds. “Fuck, you feel amazing. Better than I remember, and that seems impossible.”
“You’re so damn big.” Her grip moves down to my arms. “How did it fit last time?”