Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Just like that.”
“Yeah,” I said as I slid a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to me. “Just like that.”
He kissed me, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, stroking slowly, seductively, running my hands all over him, then tugging his shirt up and exposing all that warm, sleek skin. I mapped the rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen with my palms, missing nothing as I broke the kiss and pressed my open mouth to the base of his throat.
“Tracy,” he rasped, shoving his hand down the back of my jeans and sliding his index finger over my crease.
“Go do what I said,” I croaked out as I pushed back and saw how ravished he looked with his lush, swollen mouth, blown pupils, and bated breath. “Hurry up.”
I didn’t give him time to answer, instead leaving him alone in the hall as I went into my room and locked the door behind me.
It was strange. I’d been so worried about being in the home of my ex’s parents, but now it didn’t matter. No one was coming up to bother us or talk to us, and we were alone on the third floor. It was like we were actually at the bed-and-breakfast all by ourselves.
In moments he was there. He opened my bathroom door, then quietly shut it behind him and turned to face me.
“You have a concussion,” he announced like that was news. “We need to be careful.”
“I have a mild concussion,” I corrected him. “I think we’ll be just fine.”
He didn’t look convinced.
I smiled. “Come here. I won’t bite.”
“You can bite,” he rumbled as he crossed the floor to me.
As soon as I could touch him, I pulled his sweater up over his head and off, followed by the strangely sexy white T-shirt he wore underneath.
“God, look at you. You’re so beautiful,” I groaned, putting my hands on his massive chest and sliding them over the hard pecs and pebbled nipples.
“Take everything off,” he ordered, going to work on his belt as he toed off his biker boots.
I watched him, mesmerized by how quickly his jeans were being shoved down his long, muscular, fuzzy legs.
“What are you doing?” he snapped, looking up at me from where he stood bent over, taking off his socks.
“I’ve never seen you naked before. I wanna look at you.”
Straightening to his full towering height, he spread his arms wide so I could look at all of him. The man was a gorgeous carved specimen of heavy cut muscle, roping veins, and dark golden skin. Even his feet were stunning.
“You about done stalling?”
“I am so not stalling,” I said as I stepped forward, took hold of his long, thick cock, and squeezed.
“Oh fuck,” he growled, instinctively shoving into my fist.
I went to my knees.
“No, I want you in bed. I don’t—Tracy!”
He knew me, but he had no idea what I was like behind closed doors, and licking over the flared head of his rigid shaft had been enough to tear a deep, guttural moan from his chest.
“You can’t just…oh God,” he moaned, low and deep, tangling his fingers in my hair as he stared down at me.
I swallowed his crown, and he tightened his hold on me.
“I’m not selfish,” he rasped. “I can take care of you too.”
He smelled good, like musk and faintly of soap, and he felt good on my tongue, his silky flesh and the thick vein that ran the length of his rigid shaft, so swallowing him down the back of my throat took no effort at all.
“Tracy!”
Pulling back, making the suction strong, I wrapped my hand around his base and licked and laved, swirled my tongue over his length, and showed him how desperate I was to taste every last inch of him.
“No,” he growled suddenly, shoving me off the end of his dick, panting as he stood there.
“No?” I teased him.
Grabbing me under the armpits, he yanked me to my feet before giving me a gentle shove down onto the bed. He opened his mouth to say something, but I lifted my arms to receive him, and I watched, amazed, as the man’s eyes turned black, his pupils dilating instantly.
“You like to be wanted,” I whispered hoarsely, “so come here.”
He dived onto the bed, scrambled over me, crossed my wrists over my head, and held them pinned to the mattress with one hand. He used the other to tug and rip at me—my belt, trouser stays, and zipper surrendering fast. When he smoothed a hand up my abdomen, I arched up under his touch.
“I wanted”—he gasped—“but you fight me all the time.”
I did. “Not anymore,” I promised, starting to shake, my body heating. “Get the lube from my bag.”
“Yes,” he agreed, but instead of moving, he bent and slanted his mouth over mine in a long, hard kiss.