Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I slid my hand up her arm, feeling the goose bumps that erupted on her skin. I made my way to her neck, brushing the thick hair to one side. I lowered my head to the soft skin of her nape, inhaling.
“Oh, Magnolia,” I murmured, my voice raspy. “It’s even better than I thought.”
Then I claimed her mouth.
Chapter Ten
MAGNOLIA
Oh my God. His mouth. He might grunt, shout, and yell a lot, but when he kissed, his mouth and tongue were talented. Erotic. Addictive. He kissed me like I was his oxygen and he needed me to breathe. Deep and carnal. Exploring, licking, sucking, nipping. He held my head between his large hands, tilting me one way, then another. Kissing me until I was dizzy. Drunk with desire. Filled with a need only he could meet. Then he slid his hands down my sides, clutching at my ass, a low, pleased rumble in his chest. He pulled me tight to his chest, and I felt the muscles under the polo he wore. Firm, sculpted, hard. He trailed his hands along my thighs, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist, bringing our lower bodies flush.
That muscle was hard. Thick. Pushing into my core, making me want to feel more of it. Of him. He ground against me, and I whimpered at the exquisite sensation. I wanted more. I tugged at his neck, gripped his shoulders, slid my fingers through his hair, feeling the way he reacted to my touch.
As if he was starved for it.
Recalling his mother and the way he held himself away from people, I wondered if perhaps he was.
I held him tighter, and he melted into me, his heat surrounding us. His kisses became deeper, slower, intense. I tugged on his shirt hem, and he eased back, his chest pumping rapidly.
“You want it off, Magnolia?”
Hearing him say my name in that low, raspy tone made me brave. “Yes.”
He grasped the back of it, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. I let myself stare at him. The muscles, the power. His pecs and toned arms. The veins running down his forearms. The light dusting of golden hair on his chest. He was a beautiful specimen of a man.
He fingered my tank. “Do I get the same?” he asked.
I felt the flutter of nerves, and he frowned, stroking my cheek. He leaned down, bracing his arms on the sofa, once again caging me in. “Would it help get rid of those voices in your head if I told you I think you’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen? That the mere thought of you makes me hard? Do you want to know I wake up with my hand wrapped around my cock and your name on my lips?” He pressed his mouth to my ear, tracing the shell lightly. “That I shout your name as I come, wishing I were buried inside your tight, sexy little body?”
I whimpered.
“I love how you look.”
“I’m not skinny.”
He smoothed his thumb up my inner thigh. “Nope.”
“I’m short and, ah, curvy.”
His thumb went higher, making my breath catch. “Yep.”
“I’m not really pinup material.”
“I don’t want to pin you. I want to fuck you. Taste you. Hear you cry out my name. Then I want to watch you come.” He pressed against my center, making me moan. “And then we’ll start again.”
“Oh God.”
“No,” he growled, grabbing the bottom of my tank. “Alex. God has nothing to do with what I’m about to do to you.”
And he yanked my top over my head.
I waited for his reaction. The cooling of his ardor. It didn’t happen. The blue of his eyes was fire. Bright, burning, alive. He took my hand, placing it over the bulge in his pants. “Does this feel like anything but desire?”
I shook my head, unable to speak. He was hard as granite. I stroked him, wanting to see him. Really feel him. Our eyes locked as I pulled down his zipper, the sound of the metal teeth coming apart loud in the room. I slipped my hand in, my eyes widening.
“Commando?”
“It’s the weekend, Myers. I wear what I want,” he said with a wink, throwing my own words back at me.
He undid the button, pushing at the waistband, and his pants fell to the floor. He was thick, hard, and swollen. The tip glistened. A long vein wound around his cock, and I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers not meeting. He made a low, guttural sound as I explored, letting his head fall back and his eyes shut as I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.
His hand flew to the back of my head. “Magnolia,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, Maggie.”
I worked him, using my tongue, lips, and fingers. Stroked him. Sucked and licked. Teased the engorged head, flicking my tongue over the slit and making him groan. I gripped his tight ass, running my hands over the taut swells, sliding my nails over the skin. He grunted in pleasure.