Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
There wouldn’t be anyone else that made me feel like he did, I was sure of that.
I laid my hands over his and pulled his arms tighter around me. “It’s going to take me a lot longer than a few days to get used to being naked in front of you or anyone else.”
I felt his hands clench. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head against my back, but I turned to face him and moved us away from the window. “Tell me.”
His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark. “I don’t like thinking about you with anybody else.”
I smiled. “Feeling possessive?”
“Maybe.”
“I like it.” I hadn’t even been thinking about fucking anyone else. I’d been thinking about being in shorts at the gym or enjoying the pool at Lucien’s country estate. My naked body was for Corey. Only for Corey.
23
COREY
My body heated with the knowledge that Dom enjoyed me being possessive. “Show me how much you like it.”
Suddenly, I was shoved up against the counter with my hands pinned against the edge by Dom’s. “You might be asking for more than you want.”
“I want you naked and driving inside me, making me whimper and beg. I want you to damn near kill me.”
“Fuck.” Dom drove his hips against mine, and I opened my legs so he could get better contact. He released one of my hands and gripped my hair, jerking my head back so he could get to my neck. He bit me, and I gasped, feeling it all the way to my cock. He was sucking at the sore skin, raising a mark when the oven timer went off.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled. He grabbed a towel off the counter and used it to pull the pan of scones from the oven. He set them on the stovetop, turned the oven off, and then grabbed me by the wrist. “Upstairs. Now.”
I looked between him and the stove. “I want to try a scone.”
He glared at me, his eyes so dark I couldn’t distinguish pupil from iris. “Later.”
“Damn. I love you like this. You going to fuck me with all that angry energy?”
“Is that what you want?”
I nodded. “I do want that. I want it hard and rough and fast.”
“You better not want it fast so you can get back down here and eat scones.”
“Let’s take them upstairs with us. I’ll eat them when we’re done.”
He grabbed a plate, tossed on some scones, handed it to me, and grabbed his cane. “Elevator, now.”
“Wow, you really aren’t playing.”
“God dammit, Corey, I’ve had enough. If this is a game to you, then—”
“No, this isn’t a game. This is maybe the most serious thing I’ve ever done.”
“Me too.”
He toyed with me in the elevator, pinning my hands behind my back as he teased my neck with soft kisses, then kissed and bit my collarbone. I thrust my hips forward, trying to get contact with him, but he wouldn’t let me. He didn’t touch my cock at all, and I thought I might die from the lack of friction.
The door slid open on the second floor. He took hold of me again, pulling me along behind him as he used his cane to stabilize himself.
Once he had pushed the door to his room closed, he pinned me against the wall, this time letting me have full body contact.
I worked myself against him feverishly, wrapping a leg around the back of his thigh, trying to climb him. His kisses were rough, angry. I could only guess what he was mad at, but it was making me furious and ravenous because I needed him, wanted him inside me.
I freed my hands from his, only because he let me, and pushed at his chest.
“Naked. I want you naked this time. I’ve been patient with you, but I need to see you, all of you.”
I thought he would protest again, but instead, he nodded. I’d already opened his robe, and he let it fall from his shoulders to the floor. Then he began to work the buttons of his pajama top.
“Let me,” I could tell how hard it was for him to acquiesce. He dropped his hands to his side, but his jaw was tight. His body remained stiff.
I teased the skin he’d revealed, brushing it with my fingers, barely letting him feel the touch. I worked the next button slowly as I pressed a kiss just below the vee of his throat.
“Corey.” The word was a warning.
“Let me do this my way. Let me take it slow. I want to worship you, the way you deserve.”
“Jesus, Corey. That’s….”
“I know you just want me to undress you quickly, then get in bed. That’s not how this works.”
I pulled the shirt apart and pressed another kiss to his chest as I undid the next button. I could tell he was shaky. This was a lot for him to take.