Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Still like it?” Ethan asks, laughter in his voice.
“Yes! I can’t believe I actually did it!”
When I spin around to face him, he’s standing so close, our bodies collide. My skin heats at his touch, and my girly parts clench in anticipation.
“I can,” he murmurs, grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt and pulling me the last inch toward him. “You’re far braver than you give yourself credit for, Angel.”
With his mouth now only a hairbreadth from my own, I can’t help myself when I grab his face and pull him down to me for a deep kiss. Our lips wrap around each other and our tongues tangle as I get lost in him. My heart is racing in my chest, and I have no clue what’s overcome me. But instead of questioning it, I ignore everything that’s ever been instilled in me by my mother and the church, and allow my body to take over, focusing on what I want—on what feels good.
Tilting my head to the side, I silently convey to Ethan what I want. He might think I’m brave, but I’m nowhere near brave enough to speak what I want.
Taking my nonverbal cue, he moves his mouth to my jaw and kisses along my heated flesh. When a chill overtakes my body and I visibly shake, the tiny hairs on my neck standing at attention, he chuckles softly, as he peppers open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
Needing to touch him in some way, my fingers weave through his thick strands, tugging on the longish ends. In response, his face rubs against my skin, the scruffy hair on his cheeks tickling me as he kisses along my collarbone, stopping at my tattoo.
When he lifts his face to look at me, I use the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head. His eyes widen slightly in what looks like lust, and then his fingers curl under my bra strap, lowering it. He presses a soft kiss to my exposed shoulder, and it’s as if I’ve been zapped. Electric currents race through my veins, boiling my blood with liquid desire.
I stay standing in place as Ethan kisses my shoulder once more before moving downward, taking my bra with him. With deft fingers, he unclasps the back of my bra and it falls to the floor, leaving me completely exposed.
Ethan drops to his knees and takes one of my breasts in his mouth. His lips wrap around the rosebud tip and he sucks on it. The feeling of pleasure is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. That same surge of electricity shoots straight to my core, and I squirm in place.
“Ethan,” I breathe. I haven’t a clue what I want to say. All these feelings are so new to me, I don’t know how to handle any of it.
“I know, baby,” he coos as he stands back up. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he lifts and carries me into the room, placing me on the edge of the bed. Then he reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off his body, exposing his perfect chest and abs. He drops it to the floor and then he’s back on me. His hands land on either side of my body, and his mouth goes straight to my breast. He sucks on my other nipple, giving it the same attention he gave to the other one.
My head falls back, and I moan in pleasure. “Ethan, I need…”
“I know, Angel.”
Standing, he presses his palm to the center of my chest and pushes me down, until my back is on the bed. Then, leaning over me, he rains kisses across my chest and down my belly, stopping at my new piercing.
“This is so fucking sexy, Nevaeh,” he purrs, meeting my gaze. His caramel-colored eyes scream want and need, but also, I think, maybe something more. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe it’s just me being naïve or hopeful, but it almost seems as though love is shining through. The way he wants me isn’t just sexual, it’s more than that. He doesn’t just want my body, he wants all of me.
Ethan gently kisses the top of my naval and then the bottom. It’s still slightly pink and a little sore, but he’s careful. I’ve noticed that about him. Everything he does, he thinks through. He’s cautious and caring. Nothing is done in haste or without consideration.
As I watch him kiss each of my hip bones and then unbutton my pants, my chest rises and falls quickly, as if I’ve run a mile even though I haven’t run anywhere. It’s all Ethan. The way he looks at me, the way he touches me. He leaves me breathless.
He pulls my boots and pants off, exposing my light pink satin panties. Then he presses a soft kiss to the hood of my…pussy. Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m even thinking that word. Pussy. He just kissed the hood of my pussy. The thought alone has my thighs tightening in anticipation.