Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Ream’s eyes widened as if surprised by my words. Maybe I had lumped Ream in a category of rock star bastard after what happened between us, but now … now I knew there was a hell of a lot more to him than any of us knew. And also a part I still didn’t know. I hoped that he’d open up to me now that I was opening up to him. With Ream, it was about tactical moves and if I pushed like he pushed me, I’d get nothing. Maybe it was nothing. No, he’d said numerous times his past was fucked up.
I got on my hands and knees and crawled toward him. He waited until I was about to put my hand on his button fly when he said, “The bet was a blow job.”
I sat back on my heels. “And that’s what I’m about to do.” So much for the sexiness and allure of crawling toward him. Damn, I thought I excelled at being tempting.
“But you never specified to whom.”
“What? Yes, I did. I said I’d give you a blow job if I won.” I recognized the playful expression on his face. It was the same before we raced, then again before we jumped off the cliff.
“Semantics …” He made a dive for me, sending me backwards, then grabbed my legs out from under me.
“Ream!” I screamed as he landed on top of me, hands pinning my wrists on the floor, spread eagle. “What are you doing?”
“A blow job.”
“But I want to give you one.” There was a nit biting at me wondering if he was avoiding me giving him one. But what guy didn’t want a woman to go down on him?
“Babe, I’ve been dreaming about tasting you again for fuckin’ two years, eight months, three weeks, and a day. I’m not waiting another minute. You have a problem with that?”
Shit. No. I was rarely speechless, but Ream talking about tasting me … well, I was on broil and so turned on that it zapped any argument about me winning and getting to decide who got the blow job. Arguing with Ream when he was on top, his cock pressed into my thigh, mouth inches from mine, and his unrelenting expression … yeah, I was shutting up.
“I see how I’m going to win arguments with you.”
Shit. I liked winning just as much as he did, but for this … I might just lose an argument.
It took seconds for him to pull off my jeans. Then his fingers hooked into the top of my pink lace thong and slowly dragged downward. The tips of his fingers followed the material all the way to my calves and then over my feet. My eyes never left his as he took in my body with a gaze that made me ache in places I never knew could ache.
“Beautiful.” He opened my legs and ran his finger from between my breasts to my pierced belly button then trailed down farther until I arched and moaned for him to reach the warmth of my center.
I put my hands in his hair, and the second I did I felt the change in him. I slowly released him.
He looked up at me, his eyes a mixture of desire and a fleck of torment. “No touching. Let me look after you.”
I nodded. I knew something lay beneath the surface with Ream and it wasn’t good. It scared me to think of why he got that glazed look sometimes.
“You’re fuckin’ mine now.” He lowered his head and his tongue touched my belly piercing then he nibbled and sucked.
I opened my legs wider and he teased lower. I gasped as wave of heat washed over me and then a trembling began in my legs. He held my thighs to steady them or to make certain they stayed as wide as he wanted them. I didn’t know or care which.
I shuddered as his tongue flicked lightly over me several times. Then he sucked and just the sound alone almost had me coming. I arched into him and relaxed, letting the feelings pour through me like the sweetness of heated syrup.
Suddenly, his fingers plunged inside me and I groaned in shock, every muscle tensing around him and giving into the assault to be replaced by pure pleasure.
The pressure inside me built and climbed until I didn’t think I could take any more. Ream refused to give, even the littlest bit, instead he took and finally I gave to him, screaming his name, every muscle tense, every molecule throbbing. I trembled and shuddered as wave after wave hit my body.
I lay panting and completely spent. But he wasn’t done as he teased my sensitive sex with light pressure on his mouth while his finger arched inside me.
“Ream?”
It was a weird feeling after I’d already come, but he continued to play and I felt the urgency building again. Oh God. He must have felt it, because his finger on my sex moved faster and then he pushed three fingers inside me and that was it.
It hit me hard and I screamed out as I came again, my body jerking and shuddering as wave after wave pounded into me even harder than the last. Holy fuck. I’d never … Jesus, I never had that before. I thought it was all talk, and I was always so sensitive after the first one that I didn’t think it was possible for me.
“Babe.” He moved up my body until his lips met mine, and I could taste me on him and it was good. No, it was hot and I wanted it to last forever.
He fell to the side, pulled a pillow over so he could prop his head up, then grabbed me and curled me into his arms so my back was up against his chest.
He kissed my forehead then reached for the remote control on the coffee table behind him and flicked on the TV. He surfed through channels until he found a movie then pulled me closer so we were spooned, the heat of his body surrounding me.