Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Now, though, it makes me smile. There’s power in having the ball in your court.
Power, and freedom.
Joy, warm and potent, fills my center. At the same time, the desire between my legs twists tighter. I can still taste the champagne on my tongue. My buzz is light. Happy.
What a perfect fucking night.
Closing my eyes, I lift my chin and tilt my head. Then I gently press my lips to his, praying I don’t pass out from the sheer pleasure of the way his mustache tickles my skin.
CHAPTER 5
Sawyer
SOMETHING ’BOUT A WOMAN
Motherfucker this feels good.
Ava’s hand cupping my face. Her fingers in my hair. Her lips on my lips, so soft and warm that my eyes roll to the back of my head behind my closed lids.
Groaning, I give her belt loop another tug, yanking her against me so our hips are flush. At the same time, I slant my mouth over hers, stroking my tongue between the slick seam of her lips.
My dick thickens. I press it against her and she makes a little sound, a moan of encouragement.
I don’t waste a second. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, and she curls the fingers she has in my hair, giving it a gentle pull. My pulse spikes when her tongue finds mine.
The kiss falls into a deep, steady rhythm, my stubble catching on her chin, her cheeks. I tilt my head one way, then another, Ava following me without missing a beat as our lips and tongues tangle, taste.
Her kiss has a definite flavor—champagne and sex. Her eagerness, the tenderness of her touch, is so fucking sweet. But the heat of her mouth, her hunger, is pure lust.
The combination—the juxtaposition—is a mindfuck.
I wanna fuck this girl so bad that I’m practically shaking.
But Ava won’t be rushed, and I like that. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth and gives it a gentle bite. She kisses my chin, the dimple in my left cheek. She’s dropping one hand to my chest, hooking her thumb into the top button of my shirt.
I never want the sensory overload to end. Warmth spreads in every direction—from my center outward, from my skin inward. The head-on collision of all this heat is overwhelming.
Can already tell I’m gonna need a cigarette after this.
Many cigarettes.
I bite down hard on her lip, making Ava yelp. But before I can ask if it’s too much, she’s shoving the button through its hole and then reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I’m wearing an undershirt, a plain white T softened by countless cycles in the washing machine. But my body rings at the contact nonetheless, my abdominals contracting when she slips a hand inside the shirt.
“Wow,” she murmurs into our kiss. “You always run this hot?”
“Yep.” My turn to feel her up. As I glide my hand inside her shirt, I nearly bite off my tongue at the soft, smooth feel of her skin. “What about you?”
“Only when I’m riding.”
I chuckle, my heart flipping when she captures the sound in a quick, hard kiss. “But you’re not riding.”
“Not yet.” She slowly moves her hand higher, caressing my stomach and side with her fingers. She stops to admiringly explore my skin, my hair. Muscles and bones.
I grit my teeth. “You best not be playin’, pretty girl.”
“I’ll play with you all I like, cowboy.”
“Oh yeah?” I mirror her movements and glide my hand higher. “Fuck,” I say when I discover she’s not wearing a bra. Her breast is the perfect handful, achingly soft. She makes that delicious little sound when I thumb her nipple, drawing it to a taut point. “Fuck.”
She leans in to whisper in my ear, “But only if you’ll play with me too.”
Ava don’t have to ask me twice.
Kissing her mouth one last time, I put my free hand on her hip and spin her around. I roughly pull her against me, her back to my front. She lets out a breathless laugh, the sound catching in her throat when I sink my teeth into her neck.
Jesus Christ, I’ve known this woman for all of two hours, and she’s already turning me into a fucking vampire. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. She reaches back and digs her fingers into my hair again, just how I like.
She paying attention too?
She want this to be good for me too?
I wonder if that’s what makes our attraction so intense—the fact that it’s ardently, unequivocally reciprocated. It feels like lightning. We’re not hooking up because we’re bored and it’s convenient.
We’re on fire, and the only way to put it out is to surrender to the wildness between us.
This.
This is what’s been missing.
Pulse hammering, I glide both hands inside her shirt and cup her tits. I play with them, kneading their softness, thumbing her nipples. Ava arches her back, burying her ass inside the cradle of my hips.