Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“You gave me a small taste of passion that night in your kitchen, and call me greedy, but I want more.”
Yeah, that. So brazen and genuine and real. Like the woman herself.
If there was one thing Chase could do, it was to give Lauren what she’d asked for, what she’d never experienced with another man. And who was he kidding, anyway? The thought of any guy other than him fucking her until she was limp and sated from multiple orgasms and drunk on passion made him feel more than a little possessive.
She wanted a final answer when she came out, and he was ready to give her an honest one. Between the two of them, rules had already been established. Lauren knew where he stood, and he was prepared to agree to her no-strings-attached request. For just this weekend together, she was his, and he planned to take advantage of the next two days with her, guilt-free.
Decision made, all the tension Chase had been holding on to seemed to drain out of him and his head cleared, so he was able to relax and focus on her pleasure tonight, and nothing else.
He could hear the water running in the bathroom, and while she finished up, Chase stripped down to his boxer briefs, then sat down on the bed to wait for her to come out, his mind already jumping ahead to all the things he planned to do to her for the rest of the night.
A few minutes later the door opened, and he was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Lauren stepped out and walked toward him, a brazen seductress in a skimpy, sheer little nightgown that had all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. He boldly looked his fill, taking in her small but pert breasts beneath the translucent red fabric, the curve of her waist and hips he wanted to grab with his hands, and the ridiculously tiny scrap of material posing as panties.
Lust thrummed through his veins and he raised his eyes back to hers, seeing the barest hint of nerves in the way she bit her bottom lip and shifted on her bare feet. Clearly, a part of her was bracing for a second rejection, and he quickly dispelled her misgivings by allowing a smile to lift up the corners of his mouth.
“Were you planning on wearing that to bed?” he asked, tipping his head.
She fiddled with the lacy hem of the nightie, and picking up on his playful demeanor, she responded in an equally teasing manner. “That all depends on what you’ve decided. I’m either going to wear it all night to torture you, or it’s coming off. Your choice.”
He chuckled because he loved this woman’s sass. “I definitely want it off,” he said, giving her the answer she’d been waiting for, and he didn’t miss the relief that flickered across her features.
That was all he needed to know he’d made the right choice. Her.
Chapter Nine
The anticipation and anxiety twisting inside of Lauren vanished at Chase’s agreement. She didn’t ask what changed his mind and didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to her was being with him and getting to experience his brand of seduction. She knew what not to expect from this weekend arrangement, and as long as she managed to keep her heart out of the equation, she’d be fine.
But that same heart mocked her. The deep connection she’d already formed with Chase told her she’d fallen faster than she ever could have predicted. But she couldn’t bring herself to process the depth of her feelings at the moment. What she could do was focus on the immediate moment and what Chase was offering.
“So, if we’re doing this, I insist on giving you the full experience,” he said in a husky drawl, interrupting her thoughts and bringing her back to what they were about to do.
“And what might the full experience be?” she asked, biting her lower lip, being deliberately sexy.
“Orgasms, fucking, and dirty talk, of course,” he said, offering everything she’d dreamed of.
Her pulse quickened in anticipation as he stood up and approached her. While she’d been in the bathroom, he’d taken off everything but his underwear, and it was almost criminal that he had to wear any clothes at all because this man’s body was meant to be admired naked. Broad shoulders. A strong, muscular chest. Firm, well-defined abs that indicated he worked out regularly. And the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his tight boxer briefs that outlined the promise of a very impressive cock.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she forced her gaze all the way back up to his, and the heat in his eyes seared her. He stood a few inches away and it was all she could do not to reach out and touch his bare skin.