Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
When he’d asked her to come upstairs, she told herself it was one night. One she deserved, since she hadn’t been with any man in way too long and she knew sex with Remy would be incredible.
But as he slid the key card into the door and she heard the click, she was forced to admit there was more going on between them than just sex. He’d kept one hand on her since she’d agreed to join him tonight, maintaining the connection she’d begun to feel on the dance floor and that he’d solidified with a kiss she’d felt down to her toes.
Remy made her feel wanted and that was something sorely lacking in Raven’s life. But as much as she liked the warm, gooey feelings sliding around in her body and her mind, she warned herself that all she could have was this one night. So she intended to make the most of it.
Chapter Three
Remy was more in tune with Raven than she realized. With his heart in his throat, he’d watched her hesitancy as he waited for her to decide whether to come upstairs with him. Now that she had, he wasn’t going to tread lightly. The worst thing he could do was give her the chance to think… and run. He needed her engaged and with him the whole way.
He let them into the hotel room and the door slammed shut behind them. He tossed the key onto the dresser, turned and saw her looking around the luxurious room before her gaze landed on him. Aware of her captivated stare, he shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and laid it over the nearest chair, then undid the bow tie, slid one side around and off his neck, and placed it beside the key card. Cuff links came next.
All the while, she watched, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with desire. He undid his cuffs before releasing each button on the shirt until the garment hung open at his sides. Her stare came to rest on his bare chest.
Yeah. She was all in. He crossed the room to where she stood, braced his hands on her hips, and yanked her against him, the hard length of his erection rubbing against her stomach.
“Remy,” she said on a moan.
His name on her lips had his cock standing at attention, wanting out of the confines of his pants. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”
Her eyes dilated at the endearment, and she grasped his lapels, clearly wanting to take off his shirt. Helping, he shrugged it down his shoulders and onto the floor.
She reached for the opening of his trousers but he grasped her hands, stopping her before she could release him.
She pursed her lips in a pretty pout. “But I want to see.”
He grinned. “And you will. But I want my fill of you first.” And if she touched him, he might just come in her hand. “Turn around,” he said, his voice as gravelly as he’d ever heard it, desire a live pulsing being in his veins.
She did as he asked and with her hair already up, he easily leaned in, breathing in her delicate peach scent. Closing his eyes, he savored being so close to what he wanted. He pressed his lips to her soft skin before flicking open the clasp and easing the gown off her body, leaving her in a pair of tiny silk panties and high silver heeled sandals. Her skin was flawless, a creamy vision that had him pulling in a deep, calming breath.
She turned to face him, giving him his first look at her perfect breasts. Not more than a handful, which had allowed her to ditch the bra, she was his fantasy come to life and he sealed his lips over hers.
She moaned and their tongues tangled, giving him the go-ahead. And when she slid her fingers into his hair, holding him in place, his heart slammed hard inside his chest.
He walked her backward until her back hit the wall. He took in her heavy-lidded gaze, then pulled one of her legs up so she cradled his dick, his solid erection rubbing against her pussy. Her breathing changed, small pants along with little gasps, so he moved faster, giving her what she needed. He wanted to watch as she came apart before he was too far gone to see. He needed that connection with her, something that showed him this was more than just hot sex, though it was that.
Lifting his hand, he cupped one breast in his palm and worked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pinching and releasing the tight bud. And she began to writhe against him, harder and faster, her urgency feeding his desire.
“Take what you need,” he coaxed her, rubbing his cock against her covered sex.
“Oh God, so good. More,” she demanded. He pinched her nipple hard and she let go, rocking against him, her body trembling as her climax neared.