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)
He leaned back against the rail and relished every moment, from the contented sighs that slipped out of her throat to the way she’d spread her legs even wider, her heels still strapped to her feet.
When she finally grew still, he crooked his finger at her. Despite the sluggishly sated look in her eyes, she stumbled from the love seat and made her way over to him.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re the sexiest woman on the planet?” he rasped before dropping a kiss on her lips.
She responded with a lethargic smile. The remnants of orgasm he saw flashing across her face only made him harder.
Suddenly impatient, he bent down and grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants, then smoothed it over his throbbing shaft. Then he gripped her hips with both hands, maneuvered her so her ass was pressed against his hard-on and drove his stiff cock inside her.
She moaned, leaning forward and clutching at the railing with both hands. The move caused her ass to rise, allowing him even better access. He withdrew slowly, rotated his hips the way he knew she liked, then plunged right back to the hilt.
“This is going to be fast,” he warned, his voice sounding gruff and apologetic to his ears. He wanted to make it last for her, but the way his dick kept pulsating, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he toppled over that cliff into oblivion.
“I love everything you do to me. Fast, slow, hard, I don’t care. Just make love to me.”
The whispered reply brought a smile to his lips, but it was the phrase make love that caused his chest to tighten. It was the first time she’d referred to what they were doing as making love, and hearing the words brought a rush of pleasure so great his knees almost buckled.
He suddenly felt the primal need to claim this woman. Quickening his pace, he thrust into her, again and again, until his orgasm slithered down his spine, clutched at his balls, and the world in front of him fragmented in shards of light. He shuddered, palming a sweet breast with one hand while stroking the small of Hayden’s back with the other, wanting to hold on to her for as long as possible. Breathing hard, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her vanilla-and-lavender body lotion.
She gave a breathy sigh and murmured, “Your fantasies are almost as good as mine.”
“Almost as good?” He laughed. “Wait until I tie you up. Then we’ll see who has the hottest fantasy.”
She disentangled herself from his embrace and turned to kiss him. Then she inched toward the entrance of the gazebo. “Think any of your neighbors will see me streaking through the yard?”
“Now you’re self-conscious?”
She offered a rueful look. “I guess you’re right. The whole neighborhood probably heard me, huh?”
“You are kinda loud…”
He bent down and grabbed his pants, pulling them up his hips. Finding his shirt and jacket, he tucked them under his arm and extended his other arm to Hayden. “Shall I walk the unclothed lady to the house?”
“You could at least let me wear your shirt.”
“Nope. I want to experience the splendor of your body during this evening stroll.”
“Screw strolling. I’m running.”
Before he could blink, she bounded down the steps and tore across the yard, her firm ass pale in the moonlight. Laughing, he took off after her, hoping to keep her naked just a little bit longer, but she was already slipping her sweater over her head when he reached the deck.
“Spoilsport,” he grumbled.
She put on her panties and slacks. “You still have to give me a tour of the upstairs,” she reminded him.
“Any room in particular you’d like to see?”
“Definitely one that features a bed. Or a removable showerhead.”
With a grin, he grabbed their wineglasses from the railing and followed her inside. “Do you want more wine?” he offered.
“No, thanks.”
She suddenly went quiet as he placed the glasses in the sink. When he turned to look at her, he saw her expression had grown somber.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She let out a breath. “I was thinking about my dad.”
Brody made a face. “We just had mind-blowing sex and you’re thinking about your dad?”
“It’s just…the wine.” She gestured to the bottle still sitting on the counter. “It made me think about what Sheila told me today. You know, about his drinking…” Her voice trailed, the distress in her eyes unmistakable.
“Are you going to talk to him about it?”
“Yes. No.” She exhaled again. “I don’t want to confront him right now, not when he’s smack in the middle of this scandal.”
“We’re all in the middle of it now. We were told today that the investigation has officially started. Which didn’t exactly help build any morale for tonight’s game.”