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)
I laugh and catch her chin in my fingers, then nibble on her lips. “You just breathe for me, mo rúnsearc. I need to move away from you so I can grab a condom.”
She frowns and, for the first time, looks vulnerable.
“Talk to me.” I brush a lock of her hair off her cheek and kiss her lips. “Just talk, baby.”
“I have the birth control handled.” She holds her arm up and points at the skin over her inner biceps. “For another two years. There’s been no one since you.”
I can’t help myself. I crash my lips to hers, wanting to consume her. “There’s been no one since you either, angel. God, you’re all I see. You’re all I think about.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and I shake my head.
“Nope. None of that right now. Later, bumble. Are you saying I can fuck you bare?”
A grin spreads over her breathtaking face, and she nods so smugly, it makes my chest tighten.
“Please do.”
“Please do what?” I love her raspy voice, and when filth spills out of her fuckable lips, it’s almost more than I can take. My cock is begging for her tight pussy.
“Please.” She nibbles on my chin. “Fuck me.” She kisses the side of my mouth and lifts her hips. “Until I’m so sore, you’re all I think about.”
I push inside her, all the way to the hilt, and she gasps as her walls tighten around me. I hitch her leg higher on my hip, drag my hand down to her arse, and hold on tight.
“You’re so bloody snug.”
“Holy shit.” She takes a breath, those wide eyes on mine.
“Breathe.” I rear back, pulling almost all the way out, and caress her sweet face. “Take a breath for me, beautiful girl.”
She complies, and I push back in, and she moans now, her eyes almost rolling back in her head.
“There you go. God, you take me so well.” I start to move in long, slow strokes, savoring every touch, every pulse, each quiver coming from inside her.
“I’m going to suck your cock later,” she promises, then grins when I growl. “I’m going to swallow you down until I choke on you.”
“Fucking hell.” I’m fucking her hard now, unable to hold back. Every dirty word coming from her mouth is fuel for my own lust to chase the climax I feel building in my balls. “I can’t wait to fuck your throat.”
“Yes.” She starts to shiver beneath me, then clutches me as if she can climb me from this position. “Oh God. Oh, Connor, I’m right there.”
“Come for me. Do it, Billie.” I bite her neck, marking her, and she arches her back and clamps down on me so tight, I can’t help but let go and follow her over, spilling into her. “That’s it. Feel the mess you just made, bumble?”
“We made that mess,” she murmurs with a satisfied smile as she tries to catch her breath.
“You’re a damn good dirty talker, angel,” I mutter against her as I roll us both onto our sides, facing each other, still joined together.
I never want to pull out of her.
“I’ve never done that before,” she admits and presses the sweetest kiss over my chest. “You must bring it out in me.”
I feel the rumble in my chest as I growl and hug her closer. “I’m glad that this side of you is mine alone.”
She’s so sweet as she smiles and reaches up to push a piece of my hair off my forehead.
“It’s never been like this before,” she says, her eyes serious now.
“No,” I confirm, dragging my hand down her spine to her arse and back up again to cup her neck in my palm. “No, it’s never been like this before.”
“It’s not just me, then.”
I shake my head and kiss her forehead. If she needs reassurances from me that this is special, I’ll give them to her all day, every bloody day.
“I have to clean us up.” I start to pull away, but she tugs me closer and cups my cheek.
“Why don’t we go to the shower together this time?”
Without another word, I pull out of her, climb out of bed, and reach for her, tugging her with me.
“Great idea.”
Chapter Thirteen
BILLIE
“Ilike this bathroom,” I inform Connor as we slip into the steamy air. There is not one, not two, but three showerheads all doing their jobs, and it’s great because that means that no one gets the cold side of the space.
He’s already lathering up a washcloth with body wash, and then his hands are on me, soaping me up. Connor has strong, grade A hands, but add in the slickness of the soap, and all I can do is let my head fall back and sigh.
“You like that,” he murmurs as he turns me so my back is to him and proceeds to wash my back and the globes of my ass.