Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I put my head into my hands and take a long, steadying breath.
I want this. More than anything I want this, and I know that I need to push through the nerves and get on with it. I drop my shoulders to prepare myself.
Go.
I walk downstairs to find Blake in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of wine. He’s wearing a charcoal suit and a light-blue shirt. His hair is messed up, with a bit of a curl to it. He’s the epitome of suit porn in all its glory.
“Hi.” I smile nervously from the door.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “Hi.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he steps toward me. He takes me into his arms and kisses me. “Hi.” He smiles again.
“Hi,” I breathe.
“You look lovely.” His hands drop to my behind as his dark eyes roam up and down my body. “Like . . . really lovely.”
“Blake, I’m wearing a tracksuit; you are very easily pleased.” I try to act casual.
Ha . . . bingo.
The outfit is working. I looked in the shops for three hours for a not-trying hot tracksuit.
Seems that I nailed it.
He kisses me softly, his lips lingering over mine. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.”
“How come?” I play dumb.
“Because then I get to eat pasta,” he lies.
“Oh, you’re here for the carbs?”
He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time. “I’m here for the meat.”
A shiver runs down my spine as the air crackles between us.
“So I’m meat now?” I smirk.
“Among other things.” His hungry eyes roam up and down my body as if imagining something.
I know exactly what he’s imagining, because I’m imagining it too.
He kisses me again, this time with suction, and my feet nearly lift from the floor. “Did you put your piercing back in?” I smile against his lips.
He unzips his suit pants and pulls his boxers down. “You better check.” He kisses me again as I slide my hand into his pants and feel his hard, engorged length.
Oh . . .
I slide down his shaft and feel the metal of the bar and then his tip. My hand slides through the pre-ejaculate that’s beading on his end.
Fuck.
My body begins to thump with arousal.
I cup his balls as our kiss deepens, and then I wrap my hand around him and stroke him hard.
He slams me up against the fridge, and the contents rattle.
Suddenly we’re desperate, kissing like animals. His hands are roaming all over my body as I jerk his cock with force. I glance over and catch sight of us in the mirror. He is still fully dressed in his suit as I ravage him.
It drives me further over the point of no return.
“Shower,” he moans into my mouth. “A shower.”
“The dinner . . . ,” I pant back.
“Can wait.” He takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs, and I would love to tell you that I am fully in control right now.
But I’m not.
My body is on a one-way ticket to Grand Central Station, and if the wind blows, I might just come.
With his eyes locked on mine, he grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head, then puts his hands beneath the waistband of my pants and slides them down, and I step out of them. He throws them to the side, and I find myself standing before him in nothing but my underwear. Blake is still fully dressed in his suit. He circles me as if inspecting his meal; his dark eyes burn my skin as they roam up and down. “I’ve imagined seeing you naked again,” he breathes.
The sound of my nervous heartbeat echoes through my ears.
“You have?” I whisper.
“Many times.” He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my face so that his dark eyes meet mine. “But nothing could prepare me for how awestruck I would be.”
I swallow the lump of fear in my throat. “I think you’ve got it the wrong way around,” I whisper. “It’s me who’s awestruck.”
He turns me away from him, and my heart hammers as he undoes my bra.
Every one of my senses is on fire.
His lips dust the side of my neck as his hands cup my breasts from behind. Not the gentle touch I was expecting. His hands knead my breasts aggressively, and it sends a shockwave through my system. Goose bumps scatter all over.
He sure knows his way around a woman’s body. He puts his lips to my ear. “How does that feel?”
My breath quivers in excitement. “Good,” I murmur.
His teeth graze my neck, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. “How do you feel?” he whispers before biting me again.
I try to focus enough to form a coherent sentence.
“I’m nervous, I’m excited, I’m petrified . . . but in this moment, I am yours.”