Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Pulling my hands away from my face, I glanced his way. “I guess it’s a good thing you changed the locks.”
Stone came back to my side and sat down. “I kind of wished I hadn’t. It would have been interesting to see his face when he walked in on us, don’t you think?”
My eyes widened. “He would have gone ballistic.” I shivered just thinking about it.
“Yeah, but then I could have beaten the shit out of him. It would have been totally worth it.”
I lifted a brow, but couldn’t stop the grin that twisted my lips. Just imagining Stone punching Brandon a few times lightened my heart. I shook my head. I was a terrible person for wishing that, but since it didn’t actually happen, maybe I wasn’t so bad.
“I like seeing you smile like that. The sadness is gone, and you look ready to take on the world.”
My brows rose. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s sexy as hell.”
My breath caught, and I grinned, turning toward him. “You know what’s sexy?” I pushed him back on the couch and moved onto his lap again. “You… without a shirt.”
I began to unbutton his shirt, running my fingers over his taut stomach muscles as I went. “You know… the first time I touched your skin, I felt an electric shock run through me.”
I undid the last button and spread his shirt apart. Taking in his sculpted muscles and defined pecs, I swallowed before spreading my hands over his skin, exploring every inch of his hot perfection. A soft moan escaped my lips.
My gaze met his, and heat surged through me. His dark, hypnotic gaze swept over me, and he reached for my waist, his hands slipping under my shirt to gently expose my skin. His fingers roamed over my ribs and lower back, giving me time to accept or reject his touch. I raised my arms, and he tugged my shirt up to push it over my head. I pulled it from my arms, sending it to the floor.
Gazing at my chest, he swallowed. My black lacy bra showed the swell of my breasts, and he raised his hand toward my collarbone, tracing a line from my neck to my cleavage. My skin tingled beneath his fingers, and shivers ran down my spine. I watched his eyes darken, and my pulse raced in response to the erotic feel of his touch.
He sat up, pushing his shirt off his arms, and bringing his hands around to support my back. He leaned in to trail kisses down my neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair. As he kissed the swell of my breasts, he released the bra clasp, and pulled it away from my skin.
“Oh, baby, oh baby.” Staring at my breasts, his husky voice sent my pulse racing. Then his fingers traced the long scar below my left breast and down my stomach. “From the accident?”
“Yes. It looks hideous—”
“No. It just means you survived something terrible.” His fingers brushed along the scar before he lowered his mouth to kiss the puckered skin. “You’re beautiful.”
Tracing the scar with his lips back to my breast, he used his tongue to caress first one, and then the other. I’d never thought my small breasts were anything special, but the way he suckled them sent all my worries out the window.
His breathy declaration sent fire through my core, and my body responded to his slightest touch, humming with anticipation and desire. Never in my life had I experienced such deep yearning for fulfillment.
His lips left my breasts and met my lips, his kisses gentle at first and then becoming more demanding. Sucking and tugging on my lips and tongue soon became an erotic dance.
Pulling away to breathe, he gathered me in his arms, tugging me tight against his naked flesh. Feeling his hard muscles and soft skin rubbing my breasts sent ripples of desire down my spine.
His lips found my ear, and his soft breath and wet tongue sent jolts of pleasure through my core. I returned the favor and kissed his neck, breathing in his amazing scent and feeling his pulse begin to race.
Urgency throbbed through my blood. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to feel all of him. Sensing my readiness, Stone rose to his feet, still holding me in his arms, and kissed my lips. As my feet touched the ground, his hands moved to my jeans and he easily unclasped the button and pulled down the zipper.
He stepped away, breathing heavily while his gaze raked over my half-naked body. Feeling a sudden chill, I wanted to close the gap between us, but the way his eyes devoured me filled me with anticipation.
A smile tilted my lips, and I reached for the belt on his jeans. His left brow rose, but he did nothing to help me with the buckle. His breath caught as I undid his pants and pulled down the zipper.