Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I wanted more.
Tentatively, I reached out my other hand and placed it on his shirt, feeling the rock-hard muscles of his chest. Each sculpted plane thrilled me. I’d never been given the freedom to touch a man’s body, and suddenly, I wanted that more than anything.
But then he pulled away. “I think it’s time you returned to the passenger seat.” His voice was husky, but his words disappointed me. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
“Okay,” I said in a small voice.
Then, to my shock, he put his hands on my waist and lifted me up. I didn’t know what to do—my limbs were as limp as a ragdoll’s as he maneuvered me over the gearshift and onto his lap. I ended up facing him, my legs spread wide to straddle his powerful thighs.
Our eyes were almost level now, and I immediately cupped his face in my hands. It was wonderful to have permission to kiss a man like him. Permission given by my fiancé, and from the bulge I could feel in Carmine’s pants, I had his permission as well.
I peppered kisses all over his face, enjoying the feeling of the sexy stubble that scratched my lips. His hands were on my back, rubbing and squeezing my waist. Each touch sent ripples of excitement through me.
I met his lips and sank against him, enjoying the way my legs stretched further. The skirt of my dress bunched up, and my hips ground in midair, straining to feel his touch everywhere. Pulling back, I looked into his dark eyes. I saw desire there. Longing. But nothing to fear.
Sliding my hands down his neck, I arrived at the buttons of his shirt. “Can I ... see you?” I’d only seen a man with such powerful muscles on a screen.
He nodded, and I undid the top few buttons of his shirt, peeking inside. Without taking his eyes off of me, Carmine reached between us and undid the rest of his buttons, parting his shirt. My eyes were wide at I stared at him, but I couldn’t help being disappointed at the undershirt that covered him.
Winking, he fisted the undershirt in his massive hand and pulled it off, ripping the fabric. “Better?”
“Much,” I whispered. I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the outline of his pecs and abs. I’d had no idea it would feel so good to touch his skin. During my previously naïve fantasies, I’d mostly just dreamed about kissing a man. I’d never imagined that touching one would feel so good.
Carmine tugged at the neckline of my dress. “Can I see you?”
I gulped even as I nodded. I wanted to be more open with him, but it was a big step. The dress I had on was a soft knit. If I pulled it off my head, I’d be practically naked in his lap, but the neckline was loose and stretchy. I slid it off one shoulder and then the other. Then I worked my arms free, and the dress fell to my waist.
“I, uh, don’t have any pretty bras.” The one I wore was white and utilitarian. It was the only kind I had.
“I’ll get you some.” Carmine’s voice was hoarse as he stared at my breasts. “You’re beautiful either way.”
The desire in his voice took away some of my self-consciousness, but not all. Feeling shy, I covered my breasts with my hands.
To my surprise, instead of being disappointed, Carmine looked more turned on. “Will you squeeze them for me?”
Oh. I’d never done that, but tentatively, I cupped my breasts, feeling them through the bra. My own touch had never done much for me—not that I’d explored that kind of thing much. But with Carmine’s hungry gaze on me, the sensation was much more exciting.
I lifted my breasts up and then let them fall back, bouncing a little. Carmine’s hips shifted on the seat, and I could practically feel the heat from his erection between my legs. Or maybe it was my own heat.
Feeling brave, I slid one bra strap off my shoulder. The bra, ugly as it was, still stayed up, but more of my cleavage was showing, so I did the other. When I cupped my breasts again, Carmine’s pupils went dark.
“Can you touch me?” I whispered. I’d never asked anything like that in my life, and if he said no, I didn’t think I’d be brave enough to ever ask it again.
But he didn’t say no.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, his hands slid up my bare stomach and replaced mine. He cupped my breasts with his large hands, and it was like being held by a heating pad. My breasts looked small as his huge fingers curled around them.
I moaned and arched my back. With the straps off, the bra cups finally slid down, and then my bare breasts were in his strong hands. I sucked in a breath of air, and his eyes flew to my face, questioning.