Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
I look up into his green eyes and wisely note that he’s not in a fucking about mood. I want to bring to his attention that I’m not happy about his evasion of my enquiry, but I know it will get me entirely nowhere right now. Besides, I’m absolutely delighted to see my domineering man back. It’s been too long.
I grasp the hem of my sweatshirt and slowly draw it up over my head and then drop it to the ground.
He runs his eyes appreciatively down my body, over my exposed breasts and settles his gaze on the juncture of my thighs. ‘You’re impossibly beautiful and all mine.’ He links his fingers into the top of my knickers and slowly drags them down my legs, falling to his knees as he does.
He taps to lift my foot and then repeats on the other before wrapping his big hands around my ankles. I want to tell him to watch his hand, but his hot touch on my sensitive skin has just released a thunderstorm at my core and a tidal wave of liquid to between my thighs. I look down at him and see my chest lifting noticeably with my deep breaths. He sparks the most incredible reactions in me. I’m defenseless to him. It’s hopeless. I’m hopeless.
His eyes find mine. ‘I think I’ll let you come first.’ His voice is gravelly. ‘Then I’m going to rip you clean in half.’
I gasp at his fierce promise as he runs his palms the full length of my legs, from my ankles to the back of my thighs, and then yanks me onto his waiting mouth. His invasion of me reduces me to a moaning mess in his grasp as he works his tongue over every part of me – expertly, meaningfully. My hands find his hair and my hips roll onto his mouth, with no encouragement from my brain.
My head falls back. ‘Oh shit.’ I groan, the thrum at my sex accelerating into a constant vibration.
‘Mouth.’ he mumbles against my flesh, which only serves to propel me that little bit closer to utter ecstasy.
I feel one of his hands move from the back of my leg and slide up the inside of my thigh. His finger slips inside me. On a desperate cry, I release his head to lean back on the worktop for support, his circling finger stretching me and brushing my front wall on each rotation. I’m buzzing, my muscles grabbing onto his finger greedily.
‘Tell me when, Ava.’ He replaces one finger with two and pushes deeper into me.
That, and the vibration of his lips on my clitoris, finishes me off. ‘That’s it.’ I cry, pushing my hips forward onto his mouth in an attempt to take the edge off the peak.
I’m wiped out from the onslaught of his mouth, and I sag against the worktop on a violent round of shakes, my heart clattering in my chest. He reins in his rhythm and laps gently, letting me drift down on a long, satisfied sigh.
‘You’re too good.’ I drop my head down to find his eyes.
He looks up, but keeps his mouth on me, circling gently and thrusting his fingers lazily in and out. ‘I know,’ he gloats. ‘Aren’t you lucky?’
I shake my head at his self-assuredness and have a little mental sulk when I imagine, again, why he is so good. I snap a lid on that immediately, wiping my mind of all unpleasant thoughts relating to Jesse’s sexual past. Instead, I watch him slowly crawl up my body, trailing his tongue as he goes.
He reaches my nipple, bites it lightly, and then clasps his arm under my bum, lifting me so I’m eye level with him. ‘Are you ready to be fucked good and proper, baby?’
‘Knock yourself out.’ I challenge, draping my arms over his shoulders.
He smashes his lips against mine possessively and attacks my mouth. When he’s like this, I forget about his weak moments – the moments when I’m comforting him, holding him and reassuring him. Not at the moment, though. Right now, he is brutally sexy and domineering. I love it, and I’ve really, really missed it.
He keeps our mouths fused as he carries me out of the kitchen and towards the gym.
The Gym?
He kicks the door open and sets me on my feet as he leans down to maintain our kiss and accommodate our height difference. He bites my bottom lip gently and starts walking forward, prompting me to step back in time with his advance. After a few steps, he stops and kisses up to my ear, his hot breath igniting all of my senses. I’m mentally begging for him.
‘Fancy a work out?’ he whispers.
‘What did you have in mind?’ I nuzzle my cheek into him as he laps at my ear, causing the heartbeat at my core to kick in again, subtle and slow. He steps back from me and the absence of his warm body in front of mine leaves me chilly, wanting to pull him back to me.