Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
He grinned. God, he was gorgeous when he smiled, and lucky for her, he smiled a lot.
“No,” she cried. “That’s not fair. You’ve been torturing me for weeks now with your touch and your kisses, and those looks. And with the way you dress.”
“The way I dress?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Walking around in those cutoff shorts with your tan skin on display and all those sexy tattoos. Don’t you know that a girl has needs? You’ve been killing me. Killing me.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I didn’t realize that cutoff running pants were so sexy.”
“They’re not sexy,” she told him. “You are.”
“You know just what to say to a man to stroke his ego.”
“What? Do you want me to stroke something else?”
He laughed again. “You’re starting to sound like me.”
Oh, Lord, he was right. She was starting to sound like him. And what was more, she kind of liked it.
“I am, aren’t I?” she said with a hint of wonder in her voice. “But would you? Could I?”
“You want to touch me, baby? Are you sure?”
She nodded. She wanted it more than anything. She just hadn’t been certain if he’d want that. It wasn’t like she had much experience. What if she did something wrong?
“Hey, it’s nothing to be stressed about,” he told her. “Remember what I said? There’s very little you could do to me that will hurt me or be something I don’t want.”
“But if I do, you’ll tell me?” she asked.
He stood and started to strip, and she was lost for words for a long moment.
“If you do, I will tell you,” he promised, as he moved around to the other side of the bed and lay down, putting his hands behind his head. “Now, you’ve got ten minutes to explore me to your heart’s content before I take control again.”
Wow, she didn’t think she’d get an offer like that very often, and she fully intended to take advantage.
Harvey hadn’t thought this through, had he? He lay on the bed trying to keep himself under control, but his need for her was growing.
It didn’t help that he’d already been hard even before he’d gotten his clothes off. And now she was running her hand up and down his cock.
She might not be experienced, and her movements might be slightly clumsy at times, but God, every time she touched him, he wanted to explode. He had to weave his fingers together in order to stop himself from reaching down and grabbing hold of her.
His breathing was growing faster, his pulse racing. His balls were tight and painful.
And then she did something he wasn’t expecting. Leaning down, she wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and licked the very tip.
Fucking hell.
He let out a deep moan, and she pulled back. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Christ, no, baby. That felt amazing. Everything you’re doing is so, so right. But the only problem is, I’m close to exploding, and I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come inside you.”
She stared down at him. “I want that too. But I also want to do a little bit more exploring. Is that all right?”
“Sure, it’s all right.” He’d just have to find some more control over himself. Maybe he could think unsexy thoughts or something to stop himself from coming. It was embarrassing. He felt like a teenager again.
She took him back into her mouth, this time, sliding her mouth down over him, and then slowly moving back up. Up and down, up and down. Then she took him deep and swallowed, and he swore he saw stars.
“Fuck, I can’t take anymore, baby.”
She drew her mouth up and let him go.
“No?” she asked.
“No, I’ve got to get inside you. But first, I’ve got to hear you moan and cry out with need.” He rolled her onto her back. And then he set to work driving her crazy.
He could tell by the way her body tensed, how her breathing grew faster, and she clenched her hands in the sheets beneath her that she was getting closer and closer. He played with her pussy, using his tongue to flick her clit until her cries grew louder. Then he drove two fingers deep inside her. Oh, yeah, she was wet and ready for him.
He rose above her, then reached over to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. After he rolled it on, he bent down to kiss her.
“You ready, baby?”
She nodded, staring up at him, her lips wet and pink.
“What color are you?”
“Green,” she said.
He wasn’t going to ask her any other questions. He didn’t want to risk reminding her of what Dr. Wallace had done to her. He wanted her happy and relaxed, and most of all, he wanted her needing him.
But if she said yellow or red, he was prepared to stop and give her more time. The last thing he wanted to do was risk her mental wellbeing.