Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Shivers wrack her body with every word. Rubbing her clit in strong focused strokes, I up my intensity. My breath comes harder.
“Can you imagine how hard I’d fuck you? How I’d cage you in and hold you tight so you couldn’t squirm away from every orgasm I want to give you? How no part of you would be left untouched?” Thoughts of licking her, caressing her, owning her cascade through my mind. Her bent over with her wrists held behind her back. Her underneath me as I pound into her like it’s the only thing I’ve ever cared about.
“Oh my God.” Aurora’s eyes flare, and she claws at my shoulders, trying to find purchase as I finger-fuck her to a second orgasm. Mostly because I want the satisfaction of being right.
She’s a ragdoll in my arms as I gently ease out from between her thighs, wipe my hand on my jogging pants, then dip down and slide my arm behind her knees.
She clutches my neck. “What are you doing? Put me down! Your knee.”
“My knee is fine.” And Aurora isn’t particularly heavy. She’s close to five-nine, lean, and athletically built, but I can bench heavier. Would my physical therapist be annoyed if she found out I’d been lifting a hundred and fifty pounds? Probably, but my fucks-to-give meter about that is at zero.
“You’re limping. I can totally walk to wherever you’re taking me. Down. Now.”
I set her feet on the floor. She maintains her hold on my shoulders as she tests out her legs. She wobbles and stumbles into me.
I settle my hand on her waist. Half of her right breast is still exposed, a hint of nipple peeking out. “What were you saying about being able to walk?”
“I’m getting my bearings.” She gives me a look and pokes my chest. “Stop looking so impressed with yourself.”
I take her face in my hands and slant my mouth over hers. She sways into me and moans when she feels my erection pressing against her stomach. She pulls back, eyes heavy with lust all over again. Her hand slides down my chest, and she cups me through my joggers. “I want that.”
I gather both of her hands in mine and bring them to my lips. “Not tonight.”
Her face falls. “Why not?”
I kiss her fingertips. “Because tonight is about making you feel good.” And if she gets her hands on me, I’ll embarrass the hell out of myself. “Let’s get you into bed.”
She drops her head and peeks up at me through her lashes. “Are you leaving?”
Sleeping here isn’t a good idea. Not when Roman could let himself into my place and realize I couldn’t have gone far with my car keys and phone sitting on the coffee table. That isn’t how I want him to find out about this. “I can stay until you fall asleep. How about that?”
“Okay.” She links our pinkies and leads me to her bedroom.
I’ve seen the one in her dad’s place. It does look like Barbie decorated it while on an LSD trip. Her current bedroom couldn’t be more different. She has an abstract painting of a woman looking over her shoulder on the wall across from her bed. Her furniture is dark wood, and the color scheme is blue and pale gray. It’s feminine and sexy.
She closes the door and reaches behind her, unzipping her dress the rest of the way. The fabric pools around her feet, leaving her in pale blue panties that match it.
She’s a fucking vision. Toned and strong and curvy. I don’t know what happened to the uncertain girl I was dealing with back in January, but she’s transformed, and in her wake is this self-assured woman I can’t get enough of. She closes the distance between us and fingers the hem of my T-shirt.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.” She tugs my shirt. “And I want to sleep in this.” I raise my arms and she steps forward, bare breasts brushing my chest.
It takes every ounce of my restraint not to pick her up, wrap her around me, and get naked along with her. But I’m in way deeper than I ever meant to be. And I don’t want to give in to the draw, only to have to sneak out in the middle of the night, leaving her to wake alone.
That I’m acknowledging this, already planning a way to get a whole night with her, is telling. I want this. I want her. And not just for a night, or a week, or a month. I’m past casual relationships. I want someone I can rely on. Permanence.
But she’s too young to be saddled with what I’d have to give her. A heart and body covered in scars with no idea what the future holds. And then I’ll be right back where I was when I was traded to Toronto. I’m not ready to face that reality when everything else is still so unsettled.