Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Turn around, Macy,” I order, my voice going deep, threaded with my hunger for her.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy, Braden?” she snaps.
I put a hand on each of her arms and back her until I’m against the shower wall and she’s in front of me positioned under the water.
“Yeah, every day of my damn life,” I murmur as I stare at her throat. I’ve never really noticed necks on women before, but Macy’s is enough to make a man beg. Her neck is long and supple, the muscles moving under it like some exotic dance that draws my eyes constantly. When she holds her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her blond mane, my throat goes dry. I work my fingers through her hair, loving the feel of it curling around my digits.
I take the shampoo and lather it in my hand before massaging it into her scalp. Her body goes slack against me and she emits the sweetest moan that instantly has my cock standing up and begging for attention.
I ignore that need.
This is about Macy and making her feel good. This is about having her come to terms with being mine, belonging to me. I want her to accept my claim on her because I’ve finally decided that I’m not letting her go. Whatever this chemistry is between us, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced and I’m not letting it go—it’s too damn good.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” I ask her, my voice low and full of hunger. My lips are so close to her ear that I can kiss the water off of it.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “You know the right spot to touch me to make me forget why I’m here.”
I don’t let her words sway me, because she can act tough, but I know she’s into this … into me.
Her reply makes me grin, because she has no idea… not yet. I’m going to bombard her body with pleasure, make her a slave to it. I rinse her hair slowly, taking my time, and then do the conditioner. She’s leaning on me now, allowing me control of her hair, of caring for her, and this surge of pride fills me because I like caring for her. I want to be the man she looks to for everything. I want to be the one to always take care of her, to cherish her… I felt that pull from the moment I first saw her and looking into her eyes as she made me come… that feeling got stronger… took over.
Next, I lather my hands with the soap and begin washing her body. I start with her neck, then move over her shoulders and down her back, stopping just at the curve of her ass. My hand shakes with the need to slide between those rosy cheeks and seek out that forbidden opening… the one I’ll claim, possess… own.
I move my hands down her sides, the pads of my fingers tracing the feel of her ribs. As I lean over her body, my heavy, engorged cock slides against her ass. She rubs against it. She wants me as much as I want her, but I resist taking her. At least for right now.
I need everything from this woman. Somehow, I know that is imperative. I let my hands move around to her flat stomach, memorizing the lines of her body, slowly bringing them up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard, stabbing against my palms. I squeeze her breasts, kneading them and loving how they are so large they spill out of my hold.
“Braden,” she moans. “I—I’m not … I’m not sure I’m ready to—”
“I’ve got you.”
She whimpers and I can literally feel the doubt in her words. Soon, she will give her body to me freely. For the first time in my life, I’m willing to be patient.
“Relax, my sweet Macy. All I want right now is to make you feel as good as you just made me feel,” I tell her, turning her around so she can see me and walking her backwards so she’s no longer in the spray. It splashes against my back, but I barely pay attention to it—my mind is on something much better.
“I don’t … What are you going to do?” she asks, those eyes of hers dilated in pleasure.
“I’m going to eat that little pussy of yours until you come all over my face,” I growl, kissing her, taking her mouth in a harsh kiss filled with hunger and need.
My tongue attacks her mouth, taking it like a warrior claiming his prize for victory. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue, but it’s not enough. I need more. When we break apart, her eyes open slowly, her lips swollen from my kiss. Our gazes lock, and I don’t blink as I go down on my knees in front of her.