Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Camden moved to stand before me. His eyes roamed me, assessing. A look I never would have tolerated. And now, I found only intense hunger.
He stepped forward, bringing his fingers down over the curves of my ribs before lightly running them over the underside of my breasts. And then up and around until his thumb flickered across my erect nipple.
A sigh escaped me at the contact. I was so sensitive. I always had been. And he knew it as he pinched the nipple between his fingers, twisting slightly. I arched into him. My eyes fluttered closed. Another soft exhale released from me.
“Eyes open,” he commanded.
And so I did. I stared right back at him as he pulled and tugged and twirled my nipples between his fingers. Until they were sore. Until I felt like I could release right then and there.
Not that he would have let me. He wasn’t ready for me to come. Not just yet.
One hand traced down my stomach and then fingered the front of my thong almost absentmindedly. Except I knew he managed my reactions with keen focus. Just as he managed the company. Just as he did everything.
He almost slipped inside, and it took everything in me not to urge him onward. But he moved over the silk material, dipping his index finger across the front and slowly, slowly, slowly to the point where I wanted him. He pressed harder against my clit and I couldn’t make myself stop. I moved into him, eager, wanton.
He pulled back. Because, of course. I wanted to grumble. Instead, I bit my lip.
He smirked. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Show me where.”
I froze in place. He arched his eyebrow expectantly. I pushed my pride down to the back of my mind and gestured vaguely to my underwear.
“Walk backward to the bed,” he told me fiercely.
I nodded primly and stepped back in my Louboutin heels until the back of my knees touched the bed. His finger hooked into my underwear and unceremoniously yanked them down to my feet. He pushed me down until my back was against the soft comforter. My legs were squeezed tight together.
“Now, show me.”
I knew what he wanted. What he wanted me to do. Goddamn this man. He knew exactly what buttons to press.
I pulled my heels up onto the edge of the bed and spread my legs open before him, baring myself to his gaze. Then with a deep inhale, I let my hand fall between my legs and moved it over my own slickness to the apex and down to my waiting pussy.
Camden bent down and gingerly picked up my discarded thong. “If this is any indication, then you must be soaking wet for me. Are you?”
My fingers stilled. “Yes,” I all but moaned.
“Would you like me to find out?”
“Yes.” I hardly recognized myself.
Right now, I could focus on nothing but Camden Percy kneeling between my legs. Camden Percy. Kneeling. Fuck.
He placed his hands on my knees, spreading my legs wider and wider. Until I was fully exposed before him. I tried to pull my hand back, but he grasped my wrist.
“I like the idea of us getting you off together,” he mused. My body responded in kind, and he laughed gently. “So it seems, as do you.”
I wanted to reply with something particularly venomous, but he took that moment to bring his tongue down onto my clit. And I was pretty sure I lost consciousness. His tongue laved over me, brushing against my fingers and my clit, tasting all of me at once.
He released my wrist when he seemed certain I wouldn’t move it and slid that hand down my exposed inner thigh. I trembled under his machinations, knowing exactly where he was headed. And fuck, was I already so fucking turned on that the thought of him driving into me made my pussy clench again.
His hand slipped upward, trailing gently over my ass and then between my legs to where I really wanted him. He hesitated—or really forced me to wait for him—just hovering over my opening, as if he expected me to beg for it. Which I would not do. There were lines even I wouldn’t cross. Katherine Van Pelt did not beg.
Even if, right now, I really, really wanted to beg him.
He flicked his tongue again, his eyes on me. But I pressed my lips together. There was no way.
He pressed his finger down on my opening, running it along the inside of my lips, sliding down and almost touching me. Teasing me but not entering me. And god, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to beg and plead. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Just when I felt my walls webbing with cracks, my orgasm, which had been just out of reach, hit me full tilt. My body bowed off the bed, and I cried in pleasure as the culmination of all of his teasing arrested me.