Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
One of his hands grips the nape of my neck while the other drags down the zipper on the back of my dress. I would offer to help get me undressed. It’s not as if I don’t have a vested interest in the outcome. But I’m pressed against him as hard as can be and doing my best to climb him like a tree. Nothing could be worth separating myself from him now. There’s no slow and easy. We’re all over each other and it’s perfect.
Sharp teeth nip at my bottom lip and the slight sting is sublime. His pupils are dilated, and his smile is pure wanton devilry. Seeing that smile on his poor bruised and battered face only adds to his whole roguish air. I press my thighs tightly together against the ache blooming inside.
Guess he gets frustrated with my favorite dress. Because I hear stitches tearing as he shoves it down my arms and over my hips. I will absolutely take the damage up with him later. But, for now, I am too turned on to care.
He doesn’t say a word. Guess he’s done with talking. With one arm around my back and the other beneath my knees, he sweeps me up into his arms. As if I weigh no more than a feather. Such a romance hero move.
Through the kitchen and into his bedroom. There are no lights on back here. But the moon is high and shining brightly. Along with a million or so stars scattered across the sky. He was right about them being spectacular. Ever so carefully, he lays me down on his bed. However, he doesn’t follow me onto the mattress. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark. To find him standing there staring down on me. I think he enjoys positions of power. And moonlight and shadows suit him just fine.
Slow and easy might work for him. But I need more now. It takes some wriggling around to undo my bra. But I get there. Guess Connor receives the message, because he skates his palms up the length of my legs. Not stopping until he reaches my Brazilian briefs. With a finger hooked on either side, he tugs them off and I’m bare. His gaze doesn’t move from between my legs the whole time. And the stiff outline of his cock beneath his boxer briefs seems to grow longer and thicker. Whatever he’s hiding under there is sizable.
Of course, he pauses to inspect my underwear, dangling the tangle of lace from his fingers. “What do we have here?”
“Connor…”
“Fuck you smell good. I could get high off the scent of your sweet pussy for days.”
“Come here.”
He cocks his head. “Seems I like some sweet things after all.”
Talk about a whole-body blush. Though it’s not like he can tell in the low lighting. It’s a little embarrassing, but whatever makes him happy. And it’s not like he doesn’t go straight to my head in all the ways. In a first for tonight, my underwear doesn’t get thrown aside. He places them almost reverently on the bedside table. Which is all nice and well, but the man really needs to focus.
“Hurry,” I say.
And he nods.
No thought is given to his own underwear. He simply pushes his briefs down his legs before stepping out of them. Then he searches the drawer for a condom, tears open the packet, and rolls it on. His capable hands make quick work of the job.
It’s hard to see much in the low light. But the feral glint in his eyes as he crawls between my legs is thrilling as fuck. The heat radiating off him is intense. My thighs cradle his hips as he holds his weight on one elbow. His mouth finds mine and his hand grips my breast. Back and forth, the pad of his thumb brushes over my hard nipple, making me shiver. Happiness is his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my body. Everything he does hits me straight between the thighs.
We kiss until I’m light-headed and dizzy. The hard length of his cock teasing the lips of my sex all the while. Sliding back and forth against my opening and driving me wild. I couldn’t be any wetter if I tried. I could cry for the need to have him fill me. To ease the horrible empty ache. But his hand settles on my neck, fingers gripping just so, holding me down to tell me he’s the one in control. No amount of squirming can maneuver him inside of me. And when my hand heads in the direction of his dick, he gives me that feral grin again and grabs my wrist.
Who is making that petulant whining noise? It can’t possibly be me. How embarrassing.
Of course he’s a control freak in bed. I love it and hate it in equal measures. My hands are anchored above my head, and he smacks my pussy with the flat of his palm. Holy hell, do I gasp. The shock of the sting is everything. Then his mouth attaches to the side of my breast. He licks the skin before sucking hard. Such a clever fucking mouth and hands he has. Because while this is going on, his calloused thumb rubs carefully on either side of my clit.