Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She already knew Sam was a master kisser, and he didn’t disappoint now, taking control of both her and the situation. And she gladly ceded power. He devoured her with his mouth and ravished her with his tongue. Their bodies came together, and he rolled his hips against hers, slowly, methodically, over and over until flames lit her up from the inside out.
Together they created a raging inferno—there were no other words for the heated passion flaring between them. When he lifted his head and she looked into his eyes, they sizzled with the same urgency thrumming through her.
“Home?” he asked.
She managed a nod, thrilled with the knowledge that she’d broken through the last of his reserves. Now she hoped she didn’t get crushed in the dust when he was through.
Nicole had been packing for her move, and boxes surrounded them once they were at her apartment, but the atmosphere didn’t matter. She and Sam had been building up to this moment since they’d laid eyes on each other months ago.
She shut the door behind them, and Sam spun her around, her back coming up against the wall. She didn’t know who was more desperate. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt, his to the bottom of her tank. Clothes ended up in piles on the floor.
He cupped her breasts, and she fit perfectly in his palms. She arched her back, pressing her nipples against his flesh, seeking pressure. He gave it to her, brushing his thumbs over the turgid peaks. She moaned, and he tweaked them harder between his fingers, working both breasts at the same time. Sensation spiked from her nipples to her core.
“You are so much more beautiful than I imagined,” he muttered. “I need to see more.”
With a fast rip, he tore the flimsy bra from her body, baring her to his hot gaze.
“Oh, man.”
She trembled beneath his yearning stare, so sinful and hot, she could almost come from that look alone.
“This is why I ended things with Tyler,” she said.
Sam froze.
Her limbs felt heavy, her body already his. “I knew if I felt like this just meeting you, I couldn’t marry someone who didn’t give me one-tenth of this feeling.”
With a low growl, he bent down and swung her into his arms, carrying her the few paces across the apartment to her bed.
In her entire life, she’d never felt so desired. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she did Sam. She stared up at his handsome face, his hazel eyes glittering, his jaw set. He stripped off his jeans, taking his boxer briefs off along with them. Freed, his erection stood proudly against his stomach, and she swallowed at his sheer size and beauty.
Her mouth watered and her clit pulsed with desire, her insides clenching with need. As if in a daze, she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his rigid length, sliding her fingertip over the head and the drop of come there.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward into her waiting hand.
Her hips bucked upward of their own accord. “Sam—”
“I’ve got you.” He eased her jeans over her hips, then down her legs, tossing them on the floor. Keeping his promise, he cupped her mound, his thumb brushing over the thin fabric of her damp panties.
He had her all right, in more ways than one.
She jerked beneath his touch, sensation shooting through her, pleasure just out of reach—but he wasn’t. She pushed up on her elbows and cupped his firm erection in her hands once more. Silk and steel, she thought, the need for his hard shaft inside her building like the rising tide.
He shook his head and jerked away. “If you want me to last, no more touching beforehand.”
She laughed. “Then get on with it, Detective,” she said, her voice huskier than she’d ever heard it.
Her underwear went the way of her bra earlier, and as he stared at her body, she found herself oddly unembarrassed. He slid one finger through her wet folds, and a keening sound escaped her throat. She would have been mortified, but he immediately followed by inserting the same finger inside her and beginning a steady pumping rhythm that built her need. In and out, in and out, pausing only to make sure she was with him. And oh, she was. She so was, and when he pressed inside her on a spot no one had found before, she cried out. He followed up with his other hand on her clit and the crescendo had built to epidemic proportions.
“Is this working for you?” he asked.
“Oh yes.” Her entire lower body was on fire, but the slow pressure he exerted wasn’t enough. “And no. More, please.” Her hips gyrated with unanswered need.
“Like this?” His fingers worked their magic inside and out. He rotated his thumb over her clit, harder and harder, then pressed upward with the single finger inside her.