Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper.
“And you taste like hot honey,” he says, pressing the rasp of his dark stubble to my inner thigh.
“Oh!” A bite, then a lick to soothe.
“Darlin’,” he says, pressing my legs wider. “I wish you could see how ready you are. How wet you are and how you pulse for me.”
I begin to twist under him, the thrill of his words, and the truth in them, when he circles my clit.
“Oh, Lord!” I almost levitate from the bed but for his fingers driving inside me, holding me there. My body offers him no resistance, my hips undulating to meet those slow thrusts as his tongue lavishes me as though I’m a taste to be savored. My fingers twist in those thick dark strands, anchoring him there as though I could keep him for good. Or at least until . . .
Forever. I’d like to keep him forever, I think as a tear darts from the corner of my eyelid.
Matt
My beating heart and staccato breaths. The rustling of bedding as she pushes up onto one elbow, watching me strip. Her eyes fall to the curve of my bicep and the ladder of my abdominals as I run my fingers over them. And lower, over the dark trail of hair.
Down, down—she watches me take my jutting cock in my hand, and the thrill that runs through me feels almost seismic as she pushes my hand away.
“Let me.” Her fingers are cool on my scalding skin.
Take my cock. Take my hand. Let’s do this for the rest of our lives.
I never claimed to be a poet, but Christ, I can’t stop my body from shaking.
Does she notice, can she see what her touch does to me?
I can barely believe we’re here. Finally. Finally. This woman is everything to me.
“I love your hands on me,” I rasp, staring at the neutral polish on her nails as she presses her hand to my taut thigh. She draws it upward, inward, cupping my balls.
Oh, fuck. Marry me. Spend your life torturing and toying with me.
Keep it together, fucknut. Take the blow job and call it a win.
Only if I can keep her forever. Only if I can . . .
Her tongue darts out to lick, and my body bows at the contact.
I growl her name as I slide my hand into her hair, moving it aside to better see. The gentle lap of her tongue against the thick ruddiness of my cock seems almost obscene. Not that I’m not straining, begging for more.
And more she grants when she suddenly sucks me down. Briefly, her mouth and my cock part ways with an audible pop. “Did you have a question?” she asks, her eyes all fake innocence.
“Teacup,” I growl, using her nickname now as I press my hand to her head, encouraging her back to . . .
“I guess not,” she whispers, taking me back into her mouth.
“Yes.” My affirmation is a stuttering sigh. “Yeah, suck me.”
She makes a noise of agreement, of pleasure, one that dials my own gratification sky fucking high. Her head begins to bob, her mouth sliding messily, wetly.
Fuck. Just fuck.
“You look so good with my cock in your pretty, pretty mouth,” I whisper, beginning to move tentatively with her, my hand at the back of her head. “But you’re gonna make me come.”
“Mmmm.” Her blue eyes lift to mine, and I almost lose it there, my pulse pounding in my ears as my legs threaten to give.
“You wicked, wicked woman.” My words sound more Irish than ever—happier than ever as I pull back and exchange one appendage for another, pressing her back against the bed to kiss the fuck right out of her. “And by God, I love you for it,” I admit without thought—without thought for her reaction. For the rules I’m breaking. The consequences. “It’s true,” I whisper, my hand on her cheek. “I’m in love with you. I think I have been from the start.”
Chapter 37
Ryan
Light spills in through the window as my eyelids reluctantly flicker, not quite ready to join the day. I straighten my legs, the stretch of muscle and bone so delicious, it feels almost as though I spent the night having the best kind of—
“Sex.” My head slices right to find Matt on his side staring down at me. His arm is bent and his head is propped against one hand, his dark hair an adorable mess.
“Already?” He quirks one highly provocative brow. “You’re keen.”
My heart thunders—the shock of finding myself still here, the echoing pulse of it thrumming between my legs. Or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me that makes my heart pound. Like I’m his world.
“Wow.” I clear my throat when it becomes clear it’s my turn to speak. “So much for stealing away like a thief.”
“I’m so glad you didn’t.” His finger sweeps tenderly down the slope of my nose. “And full disclosure? I intend on keeping you here.”