Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Georgia sighed as the tub jets massaged her lower back. “Courtney was the wild child, still is actually. She was always stubborn, too, and my mother could never tame my sister’s bigger-than-life personality, and eventually, she gave up trying, which put even more pressure on me to behave.” Realizing how resentful that might sound, she quickly added, “Don’t get me wrong. I adore my sister and how easygoing she is and how she just doesn’t care what other people think about her. Honestly, I wish I were more like her.”
Drew stretched his arms along the rim of the tub, his fingers lazily trailing along her wet shoulder and up to the side of her neck. “In what way?”
“Not giving a damn what people think and pursuing what makes me happy instead of always trying to be a people pleaser,” she said, finding it much too easy to open up to Drew—maybe because he didn’t judge her for her honest feelings. “Being bold and daring and not thinking about the consequences.”
“You can still be that person,” he said, his tone wry. “In fact, I think you’re more rebellious than you give yourself credit for. You took a job that you enjoyed, not what your parents expected, and then there’s that tiny scar on your chin, and the fact that you refused to have it removed with cosmetic surgery, which speaks for itself.”
It surprised her that he remembered so much of what she’d told him that first night they’d met at the banquet. “Yes, I suppose so.”
A sinfully seductive smile lifted the corner of his mouth as the tips of his fingers feathered along her jaw. “But if you’re looking to be bad in other ways, I’m more than happy to help with that.” He winked at her.
This was it, Georgia realized. He’d just issued a very enticing invitation and was waiting for her to accept or decline. He was giving her all the power without pressure…and there was only one choice she wanted to make. She didn’t want to leave this weekend having any regrets.
She scooted across the seat toward him, then let the water carry her over his lap so that she could straddle him where he sat. She clutched her knees against his hips and placed her hands on his shoulders, unable to believe just how brazen she was being.
He looked up at her, his satisfied grin slow but wolfish, while his hands gradually slid down her back. Beneath the water, he grabbed her ass and hauled her closer, spreading her thighs wider and deliberately pressing the hard length of his erection right between her legs. Heat and excitement spiraled through her, making her core clench and pulse with the need to grind against that solid, significant bulge.
His eyes shone with a teasing, taunting light. “Show me what a bad, dirty girl you can be, Georgia,” he said huskily.
Completely emboldened by his words, she framed his face in her hands, feeling the abrasion of his slight stubble against her palms as she settled her mouth against his and kissed him. Every other time he’d been in control, but tonight, he let her take the reins, and she didn’t hesitate to deepen the connection, chasing his tongue with her own and reveling in the low, unraveling groan that rumbled in his chest.
Waves of heat rolled through her, and there was no thinking of anything else but this man and the way her body responded to him, the way he made her feel. Wild, free, and completely liberated, she began gyrating her hips, rubbing her aching sex against that rigid column of flesh, fervently wishing they were naked. She desperately needed direct stimulation and friction against her clit, and she moaned in frustration against his lips.
She broke their kiss and tipped her head back, guiding his mouth to her neck as she continued to rock against him, seeking relief from the building pressure. His lips seared her skin, and his hot, damp tongue traveled down to the hollow of her throat. She arched her back, lifting her breasts higher, and with her hands twisting in his hair she pulled his head down.
She might not be able to make herself say the words, suck my breasts, but he was a smart man and knew what she wanted. His mouth opened around a stiff nipple, pulling and biting on the bead of flesh through the fabric of her bikini top, and she cried out, panting, so close to the release just out of her reach…
“Goddamn,” Drew rasped, grabbing on to her hips to stop the rolling, thrusting movements she was making against his cock.
She made a distinct sound of displeasure and frowned down at him. “Why did you stop?”
“It wasn’t easy. Trust me,” he said, breathing hard as a muscle in his jaw twitched. “But if I’m going to make you come, it’s not going to be in a hot tub. Not the first time. I want you spread out naked on a bed, so I can bury my face between your thighs and fuck you with my tongue and feel you come all over my fingers. And then, I want to make you come again, this time around my cock.”