Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I lower my gaze, like a coward. I quickly lift it and look into her eyes. She’s staring at me with a carefully blank expression.
Walking forward, I reach out and take her hands. Her mask slips, and she lets out a short, high-pitched breath.
“Touching me isn’t an answer,” she murmurs.
“It’s the only answer I know how to give,” I say huskily.
I’m a bad, bad man. Clearly. She wants information and all I can give her is my savage desire. She makes a sweet noise of shock when I lean down and press my lips against her. She sinks into the kiss for long moments, moaning, then she sinks her fingernails into my chest and pushes me away.
“Maksim,” she whimpers, her breathiness sending heat straight to my dick. I grow hard, my balls swelling, my focus narrowing to the perfect woman in front of me.
My hands move to her hips, squeezing indulgently. She lets out another gorgeous whimper, then she pulls me toward her.
We kiss again, a collision that’s been building ever since I first laid eyes on her. Every stolen moment watching her on the CCTV, every thought about what her flawless body would feel like, the gorgeous noises she’d make if I finally got to touch her.
I smooth my hands around to her ass, massaging, pressing, indulging. Her shorts ride up, and I tug them higher. I groan when I feel her naked flesh. Her ass is thick, perfectly so. My steel presses hard against my pants, my tip leaking. I’ve never wanted something so badly. I’ve never truly felt desire like this.
When I lift her, she wraps her legs around me. It feels so natural, like she’s been rehearsing this in her head too. I place her on the counter and drive forward, letting her feel how hard I am. I’m sure I can feel her heat through her shorts, the stickiness, the heat.
I start rocking my hips, as I imagine slipping inside her velvety tightness, looking into her expressive hazel eyes as they flood with arousal.
She pushes her hands against my chest again, leaning back. “What sort of answer is this?” she moans.
I bring my hand to her leg, and slide it toward her core. She gasps as I move closer and closer. “The one you want,” I growl.
“I didn’t say you could do that,” she moans.
“Then tell me to stop,” I say, sliding higher, pushing my hand beneath the loose fabric of her shorts. “Tell me you don’t want my hand against your perfect, horny pussy. That you don’t want my mouth there too. Tell me you don’t want to finally let go, Lia. Tell me.”
She stares up at me, wide-eyed, like she’s caught and can’t set herself free. My fingers smooth higher, higher, until I’m pushing against the edge of her panties.
“Stu-stop.” She gasps. “Maksim!”
I throw myself back, breathing hard. My length is solid, stiff, almost painful because I’m so hard. I feel precome leaking out of me, hot waves, as I stare at this beautiful, impossibly sexy woman.
She hops off the counter, chest heaving.
“It’s a simple question,” she says breathily. “How did you know? You’ve never made me a coffee before. I don’t think you’ve ever seen me drink coffee. How could you know something so specific?”
“I know I need you,” I snarl. “I know that if I turned you around and tore those shorts off, I’d find you wet and ready for me. I know you’d break for me within minutes, Lia, because you’ve spent too long holding on. Too long living for others. Too long waiting for your chance.”
I walk toward her slowly. She chews her lip. Her chest heaves, her heavy tits rising and falling. I’ve lost the ability to think about anything else other than our bodies melting into each other.
“I know you need this,” I groan, grabbing her hip and pulling her against me. “I know you can feel how hard I am. I know you want this.”
My body surges with fire when she grabs my chest and pulls herself in for another kiss. It’s like time moves in slow motion. I can see the lust rising above everything else, dominating the moment. She writhes against me, pressing her body against mine.
“Fuck,” she whimpers between kisses. “Oh, my God.”
I growl as I slide my hand up her leg again, aching to feel her wetness. Just the thought of her warm, wet entrance, her needy nub so ready for attention… it’s got me feral.
“I know,” I groan.
But then she pushes me away again.
“You need to leave,” she says, a note of desperation in her voice.
“Because you’re as lost as I am.”
She hesitates, hands curling into fists at her sides. “Whatever this is, it’s not why I invited you here. I want answers. And the fact you won’t give me any is making me suspicious. So, go. Please. Don’t make me ask again.”