Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
With no clock on the nightstand, I have no idea what time it is, but it must be early, since I know he set his alarm for six before we started the movie, and normally the sun is up around five. I slide my hand down his arm and cover his hand on my stomach as I stare out the window at the sliver of night sky I can see from where I’m lying.
“You’re awake?” his sleepy, gruff voice asks. I nod, as his hand moves to my hip and he rubs his scruff-covered jaw against my neck before kissing me there making me shiver.
I must have fallen asleep while we were watching Murder Mystery with Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston. A comedy with a little mystery and some romance that even Miles seemed to enjoy while we laid in his bed, my head resting on his chest, my arm around his waist, and my belly full of buttery popcorn. He never made a move, and I didn’t either. The conversation from earlier still felt like it hung over us, even after it was long over. But not now, not with the early light of dawn beginning to erase the darkness, evaporating the cloud of his confession and the remnants of my dream.
The feel of his warm hand as it slides up my hip causes my breath to catch in the back of my throat. Then his fingers move under the bunched material of his shirt I wore to bed and stroke the skin on my stomach.
My muscles dance in response to his touch, and the space between my legs throbs. We’ve been in this position before—not this exact one, but similar, where he’s taken his time to touch me and waited until I’m almost ready to beg him to give me what I need. But no matter the torture, it’s always paid off for me in the end.
So, I wait as his fingers lazily move up my stomach, and he cups my breast. Wait as he rolls my nipple and skims his teeth over my pulse, then sucks the skin there, likely leaving a mark. Wait as he gets me so primed I wonder if I might come out of my skin. Then, his skilled fingers slide down my stomach and veer at the last moment, right before I’m sure he will put me out of my misery.
His palm moves to my thigh, and he grasps it tightly, dragging my leg up to rest over his hip. I didn’t bother with putting on anything underneath his shirt last night, so in this position, I’m at his mercy and completely exposed.
Pulse now fluttering, I dig my nails into my palms and wait. I’m soaked and so turned on that I know one touch from him will likely send me over the edge.
“You’re being very good, baby.” The whispered praise against my ear has my eyes squeezing closed and a whimper of need crawling up the back of my throat.
Cupping me with his big hand, two fingers enter me in a single thrust, stroking my inner walls once, twice, three times before sliding out and moving up to circle my clit, then going back to fill me again. My head spins, and my back arches my ass into his lap, but then his hand is gone. Yet before I’ve even had a second to mourn the loss of his fingers, the wide head of his cock notches at my entrance.
Looking at him over my shoulder, my gaze collides with his, and I see the question in his eyes, where he must read my silent yes. He enters me slowly, so slow I feel every single inch and ridge along his length until he’s fully seated inside me. Then he pulls out and slides back in, setting a slow, torturous pace that causes heat to pool in my lower belly, my limbs to shake, and my scalp to tingle. Unhurriedly, his hand roams my body, and his mouth takes mine.
Never in my life have I felt so overwhelmed, so sheltered, and so desired.
“Miles.” I cover his hand with mine. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet.” He pulls out of me, then before I have a chance to clear the lust-filled fog I’m swimming through, I’m straddling his waist with my hands on his chest.
Looking down at his handsome face, I lift up on my knees and wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I don’t put him back inside me; I slowly move my hand up and down, watching the way his jaw clenches and his hands smooth over the skin of my thighs.
“Em.” A warning if I ever heard one.
“Yes?” I slide my hand up and down his length again, then cry out when his hands shoot out, snake around my waist, and he uses his strength to slam me down, impaling me on top of him.