Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“I want that.”
He kneels before me. “Me too.” Spreading my knees apart, he runs his hands over the outside of my thighs and then dips to kiss me as if he were kissing my mouth.
The tips of his fingers slide under the cotton of my cheekies, and then he pinches the fabric to pull it down. I lift enough to assist, but he drags them all the way down and frees one ankle and then the other. Just when I think he’ll toss them over his shoulder, he doesn’t. He brings the fabric to his nose and closes his eyes as he inhales instead.
As I lick my lips, he has me craving him the same way. I watch in rapt fascination when he opens his eyes. “You smell incredible. Just as I remember, and I can’t fucking wait to taste you again.”
I should be embarrassed for how wet I am from his words, for causing that look in his eyes, enjoying that face, and for savoring the feel of his fingers as they dip under the T-shirt and slip between my lower lips, taking ownership.
Nope, I’ve not an ounce of shame.
Instead, the back of my head hits the glass just as my hands leverage against the wood frame of the window. When he ducks under the hem of my shirt, he places one leg and then the other over his shoulders. Tucking his hands under my ass, he angles me lower, and his tongue slides across my clit. The sharp ends of his scruff scratch my skin, and the sound of the world just outside the glass plays like music in my ears. With every sense awakened, he sucks and licks, fucks with his tongue, and then soothes when I squirm.
I scratch the wood, letting him lap at me, holding me still on the windowsill, humming to the sound of my moans getting louder. “Oh God.” I hold his head, fisting his hair, knowing I’m never letting go. “Feels so good, Noah.”
He kisses my clit, and two fingers enter me, pull out, and thrust again. And then a finger escapes, sliding between my butt cheeks. “So fucking sexy.”
My eyes fly open, my breathing erratic. I stare at him with my mouth hanging wide open but don’t say a word. I think they’ve been stolen from my tongue. With his fingers pumping in and out of me, he looks up with a glistening chin. Why does this turn me on even more?
With one hand, he reaches under my shirt and squeezes a breast. When he pinches my nipple, my entire body jolts, back arching to his will. “Ah,” I say, but it seems enough to encourage him for more.
“How do you like that, baby?”
I don’t know up from down, much less the words to respond with any coherency. When he enters me again, I scoot forward, gripping his shoulders. “I, I . . .” Then he retreats, allowing me to catch my breath.
With his fingers still in my entrance, he lifts and kisses me with a chuckle. “It’s okay. I’m just seeing what you like.”
My breathing still jags in my chest, but I grin, relief rolling through me. “I didn’t dislike it. I just . . .” With his thumb on my pulsing center, rubbing the sweetest of repeated circles, I lose my train of thought and start riding his hand.
The build is fast, so I chase my release, not giving a damn about anything else. “Oh God, yes. So close.”
His pace quickens, and his relentless attentions topple me. I grab and push, gyrate, and fuck his fingers until I can no longer hang on. Falling back to the glass hitting my back, I throw everything I am into getting off.
I’m consumed so fast that I’m spinning without thought, traveling on instinct into the fireworks as they burst behind my lids. “Noah—”
My mouth is covered, and my moans swallowed. Our tongues dance under the fire burning between us. When my body calms, I open my eyes to see him staring at me with reverence shining in his eyes. “You’re beautiful, Liv. So beautiful.”
It’s not the words that choke me up, though I’m touched by them. It’s that look that turned from hunger to satisfied to adoration that inspires me to lean forward, slink down on my knees in front of him, and hug him. Tearing up, I tuck my head into the crook of his neck, and whisper, “I don’t deserve you.”
“Hey.” He leans back so our gazes connect and cups my cheeks. “There’s no deserving or undeserving. I’m here because I want to be. I’m here because of you. I’m here because you trusted me, and it pleases me to please you.” Leaning in, he kisses me and my insecurities away.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Literally.” Chuckling, he stands and helps me to my feet. My legs are unstable, but he grabs my underwear and holds me as I step back into them. He wins my heart when a kiss is placed along my legs as he slides them into place.