Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 102607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“O-okay,” she stutters. “I take it back.”
I pause. “Take what back?”
“You’re not an idiot.”
I glide my palms down her inner thighs…up again…up her waist and back down. Let them hook inside the waist of the silk, tugging them down her hips.
Over her knees…
Down over her ankles…
Drop them to the floor without a glance because nothing down there matters right now.
I lean closer.
Spread her legs with my large palms, my tan hands a stark comparison to her smooth, pale flesh.
My hands are slow and intentional, as they come up to her thighs again—large, callused, a little shaky if I’m being honest. I spread her gently and move my mouth to her wet pussy, and all I can think as she watches me is: please let this be more than one night because I'm already ruined.
And I haven’t even kissed her yet.
14
nova
There is nothing normal about what’s happening to me right now.
My hands are in his hair. His mouth is—God. His mouth is on me.
Not just on me. He’s consumed with me.
Worshipping as if he’s memorizing every single reaction I have; the way I smell. Sound. Taste.
I’m not even in control of how I respond to him anymore.
Every time his tongue moves, I feel myself leaving my own body. Floating. Defying gravity, halfway to the ceiling, watching myself dissolve from the inside out.
Jelly.
Limbless…
Like I’m not just being touched—I’m being rewritten.
So, so good…
The logical part of my brain flails in a corner, screaming that I should pace myself so I don’t come too soon. So I don’t start moaning and groaning and forgetting the man whose head is between my legs.
Feelings. Attachment. Getting eaten out by someone who plays on the same damn team as my overprotective brother…
Bad girl.
Bad, bad girl…
The rest of me--the parts under his hands?
Do not care about any of those things. Not even a little.
My pussy is literally throbbing…
Big, baddie Luca Babineaux is on his knees in my bedroom with a mouth made of sin and hands somehow managing to make me feel grounded and weightless both at the same time.
I am losing my mind over it.
I have died and gone to heaven.
Holy hell. “Oh my God…”
Luca between my thighs and my pulse thundering in my ears, there’s only one truth I can’t deny:
I’ve never felt more wanted.
More seen.
More undone.
And for the first time in a very long time, I don’t want to be in control.
I want him to be.
“Kiss me,” I blurt out.
“I am.”
It draws a wracked laugh out of me. “I meant on my mouth.”
He hesitates.
Pulls back, wiping his mouth on my inner thigh like he’s marking me, before starting the slow ascent to my upper body.
Luca trails his hands up my waist first, palms dragging along my sides, causing me to shiver again. His lips follow the path—hip, rib cage, sternum—until he’s hovering over me, one hand braced beside my head, the other cupping my jaw.
He smells like cologne and spice and…
Like me.
Wet mouth.
It crashes into mine like he’s starving; like he’s been holding back this entire time and finally—finally—let go.
The kiss is deep and sexy, his tongue diving into my mouth without a formal invitation.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me so close I can feel every line of his body. There’s no space between us, just heat and want and the desperate urgency of two people who’ve danced around this for way too long. I arch into him, helpless under the weight of it, fingers sliding up the back of his neck and threading into his hair.
He groans, low and rough, the sound vibrating against my lips, and it sends a bolt of electricity right through me. Every nerve lights up. Every thought vanishes. There’s just him. His kiss. The way he tastes like spearmint and sin.
His mouth moves with purpose now—exploring, claiming, devouring. My breath hitches when he breaks away just enough to press kisses down my jaw, to nip at the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“I’ve wanted to do that forever, too.”
I smile against his lips. “It’s a night of firsts.”
“I can’t stop,” he breathes against my lips, and it doesn’t sound like an apology. It sounds like a promise.
My heart pounds as I tug him closer. “Then don’t.”
It’s all the permission he needs.
Luca dives back in, lips crashing against mine with so much force, I feel it all the way to my toes. It’s messy and hungry and wild and I don’t want it to end.
His hand slips under the hem of my top, the brush of his fingers against my bare skin sends sparks shooting through my bloodstream. It’s not just the kiss anymore. It’s the way he touches me. The way he’s looking at me. The way he can’t get enough…
We come up for air only when absolutely necessary, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.
Breathing heavy…
Fingers trembling.
He tugs at the hem of my tank, eyes flicking to mine like he’s checking, making sure—