Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
He didn’t wait for her to close the slight gap. He took her mouth like it belonged to him, causing an electrical current to crackle and pop down her spine.
His full lips were soft, but firm, as they moved over hers. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, encouraging her to open and let him in. She welcomed him.
Their tongues touched and took turns exploring.
She tasted beyond the beer and pot. She could taste him.
They hadn’t really kissed the last time they had sex. Instead, his lips had been busy everywhere else in his attempt to keep her mind off what came next. His intent was to get her so worked up; she’d forget she was a virgin.
Tonight, she was far from innocent, and she appreciated how well he kissed. Honestly, that surprised her. She figured, just like the first time with her, that he normally didn’t waste time on anything so intimate. That he only wanted a physical connection. One that was shallow, not deep.
But maybe kissing wasn’t a big deal for him. That it went along with the rest of it. He probably did whatever was needed to remove a woman’s clothes. And if kissing was the key to unlocking that next step…
Either way, she was overthinking it. She shouldn’t be concerned with what he did with other women, she should only be concentrating on this moment.
Bottom line, he was a damn good kisser, and she wouldn’t complain about taking time to lock lips with him, instead of immediately moving on to the main event.
Her moan ended up caught between them when he dug his fingers deeper into her ass and began kneading her cheeks with some enthusiasm.
At the same time, Romeo stole her breath before giving it back to her. Their tongues sparred for a few seconds before he used his to explore every inch of her mouth.
A groan worked its way from deep inside her when she dropped all of her weight onto his lap and ground against his hard cock. Circling her hips, she rode his denim-covered erection while his fingertips dug so deeply into her ass, it caused discomfort.
Despite that, she didn’t want him to stop.
When she continued to grind against him, he thrust upward over and over, giving her a preview of what was to come once they got naked. However, if they didn’t stop, she might come simply by dry humping the fully dressed man beneath her.
Was that a problem?
Not in her eyes.
She doubted it would be in his, either.
Most likely he’d be amused over the fact she could get off so quickly and without much effort.
Was it like that with everyone? Absolutely not. But there was something about Romeo…
Ooooh. Helloooo.
As expected, an orgasm ripped through her, making her gasp and rock herself over his steely length.
What she hadn’t expected was it to be that intense.
“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned the second he ripped his mouth free from hers. Holding her hips, he jammed his face between her cotton-covered breasts. Was it to hide his rapid panting? “So fuckin’ hard right now.”
He certainly was. It had to be uncomfortable.
Wrapping her arms around his head, she pinned him to her chest as tiny aftershocks continued from her powerful climax.
“Need this off you,” came muffled from her T-shirt. “Need everythin’ off you. Like fuckin’ yesterday.”
She wanted to see every inch of him, too.
Her memory of what he looked like had faded over the last half a decade. It was time to refresh that memory. The one she had compared every man to for the first couple of years afterward and was disappointed when they didn’t measure up.
“Are we going to have sex on the couch?” She hoped not.
He only hesitated for a heartbeat. “Fuck that. Want you spread naked on my bed.”
Using a bed got her vote, too.
His thighs were almost as rock hard as his cock. “You feel tense.”
“Tryin’ not to blow a goddamn load in my fuckin’ jeans. You comin’ like that…” He huffed out a breath. “For fuck’s sake…”
He pulled his face away from her. Oh yes, he appeared a bit tortured. She was surprised he wasn’t sprinting for the loft.
“Would carry you up but don’t wanna fall down those fuckin’ stairs and die.”
“Not dying sounds like a solid plan,” she agreed.
One side of his mouth pulled up. “Figured it would.”
He surged to his feet at the same time cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, despite knowing for a fact she weighed something. A whole bunch of somethings.
She hooked an arm around this thick, corded neck and grabbed one of his bulging biceps as he carried her the short distance across the room. While she wanted to avoid tumbling down the steps to her death, she also didn’t want to hit the tile floor, either.
The second he reached the base of the steps; he dropped her to her feet. “Get upstairs before I fuck you right here on the floor.”