Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“How are they going to rig it in your favor?”
“Orgasm first, talk later.” Grinning at the sight of my panty-free form—because I didn’t have time to put on undergarments—he pushes my legs apart and drops to his knees.
“I don’t want an orgasm,” I say, and what a blatant, absurd lie. As he tugs my ass to the edge of the mattress, his hands burn through my resistance.
“No orgasm, huh? That sounds like a goddamn shame.”
His finger trails down my slit, stirring up too much anticipation, and my treacherous whimper gives me away. As he lowers his head between my thighs, I feel a draft of warm air from his tempting mouth, just mere inches from my sex.
“You’re not being fair,” I groan, my body arching toward his face. “This is important.”
“I agree. Touching you is damn important.” Putting action to words, he pushes a finger inside me.
“That’s not what…” I close my eyes, willing my focus back to the point I was trying to make, but his ministrations scatter my thoughts until they’re nothing but incoherent fragments of futility. “I mean…we have stuff to…to talk about.” With a strangled plea, I fist the bedding. “God, I need you.”
“Then let me give you what you need.” In the next instant, his tongue is on me, gliding through my wetness and offering sweet torture, each lick an electric shock that zaps me low in the stomach. My core tightens, pulsing to the rhythm of his expert mouth.
I sink my hands into his thick hair. “Sebastian.”
“Louder.”
“Huh?”
“My name. I want them to hear you shout it.” He sends me higher with his fingers, his confident strokes calculated to get the reaction he wants. “I want him to hear every fucking syllable, Novalee.”
Sebastian’s blue eyes give off a possessive vibe in the moments before he presses his tongue against my clit, applying exquisite pressure with the sole intention of sending me into a mad spiral.
And spiral, I do.
Nothing exists except the heat of his lips and tongue on me, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow against my inner thighs, the pressure of his fingers plunging into me again and again. I shake apart on the mattress, his name launching from deep within my soul, and that cry fills every crevice of the cottage.
Just like he wanted.
Seconds later, as my head floats in the realm of satiation, he moves me to the middle of the bed and straddles my chest, cock aimed at my lips. I’m not sure when he removed his pants, but he’s confident in his naked glory, impatient to get into my mouth. The demanding thrust of his hips begs for entrance, and I part my lips and allow him to slide in.
“Now this is how we start the day around here,” he says with a long groan. His weight traps me, those powerful thighs holding me down at the shoulders, his feet pinning my wrists to the mattress. Cradling my head in both hands, he controls the angle and depth.
“Jesus,” he rasps as pale morning light pours through the sheer curtains, illuminating every faucet of his awestruck expression. “Taking your mouth like this feels so damn good.” The motion of his hips slows to a crawl—as if he wants to savor every second.
His gaze is metallic, shining like the sea under an overcast sky as he keeps those hypnotizing eyes on me the whole time. Something earth-shattering passes between us, something so intense that his chest heaves from it. The unnamed emotion stings my eyes, making my heart overflow.
“No one’s ever loved me like you do,” he says with a shudder. “And no one will ever need you as much as I do.” His words are a choked confession laced with insecurity, reminding me of Liam’s presence in the next room. Reminding me how the threat of competition never fails to provoke the possessive lion preying under the surface. I want to tell him my heart belongs to him and only him, but all I can do is whimper around his massive girth.
His pace increases, growing erratic and desperate. “Fuck, I’m so crazy in love with you.” The declaration sends a tear down my face, and that’s when his control slips.
“Oh, goddamn,” he groans, pushing deep and jerking to a stop. Between clenched teeth, he moans my name, voice raw as his climax floods my mouth.
I’ve never heard him come so vocally before, in unbridled surrender, as if it pains him to give in to his own pleasure. The moment is rife with vulnerability, heavy with the threat of jealousy, because the audience in the next room infuses the type of desperation that only heightens the pull between us.
Still struggling for breath, he flops to his back beside me and hauls me on top of him, tucking me against his warm chest.