Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
The air was thick with tension, the hallway quiet save for their heavy breathing. Before he could tear open the condom packet, she sat up and murmured, “Not yet.”
Then she wrapped her lips around him.
“Jesus,” he mumbled, nearly keeling over backward.
The feel of her eager mouth surrounding him brought on an unexpected shudder. She took him deeper into her mouth, cupping his balls, stroking his ass and licking every hard inch of him.
A few moments of exquisite torture were all he could bear. Difficult as it was to pull back from the best blow job of his life, he gently moved her head, so close to exploding he wasn’t sure how he managed to hold back.
He lowered himself onto her again and Hayden sighed as one palm closed over her breast. “It’s been so long…”
“How long?” he asked.
“Too long.”
He lightly pinched her nipple before bending down to kiss it. “I’ll take it slow, then.”
She forced his head up and kissed him. “No.” Then she took his hand and dragged it between her legs. “I want fast.”
He swallowed when he touched her pussy, still wet from her climax. He grew even harder, wanting so badly to put the damn condom on and slide into her slick heat. But the gentleman in him argued to go slow, to taste every inch of her body and bring her over the edge again before he took his own release. So once again, he tried to slow the pace, stroking her with his thumb.
His gentlemanly intentions got him nowhere.
“I’m ready,” she said between gritted teeth. “I don’t need slow. I need you to fuck me.”
His cock jerked at the wicked request.
Oh, man. He’d never have pegged this woman as a dirty talker. But damn, he liked it.
Without another word, he rolled the condom onto his shaft, positioned himself between her thighs and drove deep inside her. They released simultaneous groans.
Burying his face in the curve of her neck, Brody inhaled the sweet feminine scent of her and withdrew, slowly, torturously, only to thrust into her to the hilt before she could blink.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered in her ear. “So wet.”
“Told you I was ready,” she said between gasps of pleasure.
He slammed into her, over and over again, groaning each time she lifted her hips to take him deeper. It was too fast for him, and yet it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. The way she dug her fingers into his ass and pulled him toward her, squeezing his cock with her tight wetness. The rising need in his body, the impatient throb in his groin, that forced him to move even faster.
She came again, quivering, shuddering, making little sounds that had his entire body burning with excitement.
He continued plunging into her until finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He came a second later, kissing her harshly as his climax rocked into him with the force of a hurricane. Shards of pleasure ripped through him, hot, intense, insistent. Uncontrollable. He fought for air, wondering how it was possible that the woman beneath him had managed to bring him to the most incredible release of his life.
They lay there for a moment, breathing ragged, bodies slick, his cock still buried inside her.
Hayden ran her hands along his sweat-soaked back, then said, “Not bad.”
Even in his state of orgasmic numbness Brody managed a mock frown. “Not bad? That’s all you can say?”
“Fine, it was tremendously good.”
“That’s better.”
With a small grin, she disentangled herself from his embrace and got to her feet. Her gaze ruefully drifted in the direction of the bedroom they’d never managed to reach. “Five more steps and we could’ve been on my big, comfortable bed.”
He propped himself up on his elbows, the soft carpet itching the hell out of his back. “Don’t you worry,” he said with a rakish glint in his eye. “The night is still young.”
Five
There was a naked man in her bed.
Well, he’d been there the night before when they fell asleep after the gazillionth round of hot, mind-blowing sex. But it was odd waking up next to a naked stranger.
Stranger being the operative word because, despite how well she knew his body, Brody was essentially still a stranger to her. They’d barely exchanged a single important sentence last night aside from “Please don’t stop” and “I’m about to come, baby.” Between rounds, he’d held her against his warm, muscular body and they would either lie there quietly or lazily make out until the need built up again.
This morning, the heated whispers and soft moans of last night almost felt like a figment of her imagination.
Until the naked man beside her began to stir, reminding her that last night did indeed happen.
“Mornin’,” he mumbled, his lips curving in a smile when his gaze met hers.
“Morning.”
Hayden rolled over to slide away, but Brody wrapped one big arm around her and pulled her against him. Her ass was now pressed up against a very prominent erection.