Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I move my hands to the sides of her head so I can retake control. I nip at her lower lip before I pull back and wait patiently for those drowsy eyes to open and look at me.
When she does—gaze dreamy—I say, “I had a great time tonight.”
“That sounds like the kiss is over,” she replies.
“It needs to be over,” I mutter, bending down and brushing my lips against hers.
In response, she burrows against my body, her belly rubbing against my erection. “I don’t want it to be over.”
“Jesus, Mazzy.” She grins up at me playfully. “You’re buzzed and I’m turned on beyond measure. It’s a recipe for disaster. So get your gorgeous body up the stairs and go to bed.”
“Gorgeous body, huh?”
“It’s among your many admirable qualities,” I assure her.
“Okay… but one more kiss,” she demands. I start to bend down but she amends, “And make it really good.”
I see the flash of her teeth in a wide smile before I bring my mouth down on hers, and I give her a really good kiss. It’s slow but deep, my tongue mating with hers and doing all the twisting, stroking things I’d like to be doing to her elsewhere.
Mazzy’s hands tighten on my neck again and she rubs against me. I hiss because her body glued to mine threatens my control, so I release my hold. With a much-needed step backward, I take her in.
Face flushed, chest heaving, eyes slightly glassy but filled with lust. If it weren’t for those two glasses of wine she had, I’d take her to my room. As it stands, I can’t tell if that dazed look is from a buzz or lust, and I can’t take the chance that alcohol is affecting her reasoning.
“I’m not drunk,” she proclaims. I know she’s not a mind reader, but my thoughts must have been apparent in my expression.
“No, I don’t think you are. But you aren’t completely sober either.”
“I’m sober enough to make adult decisions,” she fires back and steps toward me. I’m not afraid of her and I don’t move, even when she places a palm on my chest. The heat of that touch does nothing to quell the lust rising within me. That confident gleam in her eyes makes it even worse.
“I’m not having sex with you,” I say adamantly.
“But you would if I were sober?” she asks.
I’m just as inquisitive. “Would you want me to?”
I get the famous Mazzy Archer eye roll. “Of course, I would. Do you think I’m trampy for wanting that, especially since this was a first date?”
“Fuck no, I don’t think that. It’s a turn-on when a woman knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to express her sexuality.”
Triumph lights up those green eyes and she grabs my hand, turning toward the hall that leads to the master bedroom. “Good… I feel empowered. Let’s go have sex.”
“Mazzy,” I groan, twisting my hand so it wraps around her wrist and I’m the one who has her captured. I stop her momentum, turn her around and pull her into me. With just my hold on her wrist, our arms lodged between our bodies, I keep my tone firm but gentle. “I’m not fucking you tonight. I want you sober when I’m deep inside you.”
Her eyes flare, then darken with interest.
“But,” I continue, dipping my head to give her a gentle kiss, “I’ll make you feel good tonight if you let me.”
I lift my head, stare down at her to gauge her reaction. She looks stricken with confusion. “What does that mean?”
“It could mean a back rub or it could mean a massive orgasm. I don’t feel compelled to tell you the details right now.”
Those green orbs glitter with desire. “Okay, I’m in.”
That’s good enough for me and for some reason, my moral compass will let me have my way with her but only to dole out pleasure and not take any for myself. However, the prospect of that actually sounds hot as fuck as I imagine Mazzy squirming under me, begging me to fuck her and I won’t.
My hands go to her ass and I haul her up my body. The dress rises to her hips as her legs spread and wrap around my waist. Her arms loop around my neck and she kisses me with that hot mouth of hers as I carry her to my bedroom.
Flipping on the light switch with my elbow, I’ve got a million ideas of what I’d like to do to her but one in particular that seems just right for the moment. I move to my bed, lie her down on it and order, “Don’t move.”
Mazzy doesn’t and she’s a fucking vision. Her dress is hiked up and I see a flash of white panties.
I quickly loosen my tie and undo the knot until the silver-striped silk is held loosely in one hand. “Put your wrists together.” There’s not an ounce of concern in her expression, only an upward tilt to her lips. Her wrists slam together and she holds them out to me expectantly. “That’s my girl.”