Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
He looms over me, shoulders so wide he blocks out the light. For a second, neither of us moves.
Then I reach up and hook my fingers around his muscular waist, yanking him down, greedy. I want his heat, his weight, the heavy grind of him against me. I run my finger down the outline of his cock, barely touching him through the thin material.
“Fuck.” His groan echoes around the small bedroom. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
My mouth curves. “That’s the point.”
He mutters a filthy curse. I drag my hand up and down his thick cock through the fabric of his boxers, grinding my palm just hard enough to make his hips jerk. His eyes squeeze shut. “You’re gonna kill me.” There’s no humor in it, just raw, cracked need.
“Good.” I reach down and tug on the waistband. The fabric slides down slow, brushing my thighs, and holy hell, he’s massive. Like, break-the-laws-of-physics big. My mouth goes Sahara-level dry just looking at him.
He braces one palm against the headboard like he needs the support. My fist wraps around him, hot and hard and so freaking perfect. I stroke him again, savoring the way his entire body goes tight. For a second, I just look, greedy and unashamed, because holy cow, I did this to him.
He’s flushed dark, tip leaking, the whole thing straining like he’s seconds from losing his mind. Then I let go, slowly releasing him, and drag my nails up over his abs. His whole damn body jolts. He’s shaking. I lean back, arching until the straps of my frilly bra threaten to give up the ghost. “You gonna just stand there, Stafford, or are you gonna put me out of my misery?”
He lets out a laugh that’s half-groan, half-plea. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
“Shut up and get to work,” I order, dead serious.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HARRISON
Her challenge is still ringing in my ears.
I can’t wipe the goddamn grin off my face as I wrap both hands around Daisy’s hips and pull her right to the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t resist. She falls into it, thighs parting for me, knees loose and wide and begging for what comes next.
I drop to the hardwood. It’s cool under my knees, but the rest of me is pure, burning heat. I dig my palms into her sides, dragging her even closer. My face is level with her ridiculous lace underwear, pink and tiny, all bows and no coverage.
My mouth goes dry while my cock throbs hard. I want to devour her.
I let my hands slowly glide up her outer thighs, squeezing muscle and flesh as I go. Her skin is soft as hell, shivering under my touch, every inch of her wound tight. I hook my thumbs in the sides of her underwear. She’s staring down at me, breath coming fast, lips parted. I keep eye contact as I pull the panties down her legs, real slow, just to watch her squirm.
They slide right off, sticking a little at her knees, then dropping all the way to her ankles. I toss them over my shoulder. Don’t even care where they land.
Daisy’s legs are bare now, parted just for me. Everything I want is right here. I put both hands on her thighs, spreading her wider, and lean in. I don’t fucking rush. I want every second to register.
I start low by the bend of her knee, lay a kiss there, then another higher up, working my way up her inner thigh. My stubble scrapes soft skin, and I feel her tense, then shudder. Her hands fly to the sheet and twist tight, her grip white-knuckled. She lets out a ragged breath that echoes around the room.
I move higher, kissing, dragging my mouth along her thigh, letting my tongue flick at sensitive spots. She jerks under my touch, hips rolling, but my grip is solid, pinning her to the edge of the bed. My hands are flat and hard on her hips. My girl isn’t going anywhere until I say so.
Her sweet taste flows through me as I draw a path up the inside of her thigh, as slowly as I can go. Each inch, I feel her tremble more, her toes flexing, heels coming up off the bed.
I glance up. I want to see what I’m doing to her.
The look on Daisy’s face nearly knocks me flat. Her eyes are wide and wild. Her jaw is tight, lips white at the corners, like she’s fighting every sound that wants to break free. Her chest is moving fast, flush rising all the way up to her collarbones. She looks like she’s about to detonate.
I bury my face between her thighs and lick a greedy stripe straight up her center, from slick entrance to the perfect peak hidden under that little hood. I don’t tease, don’t sidestep. I go right to the spot.