Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
She flung her arms around my shoulders and crushed her mouth to mine. It caused a wave of lust to hit me so hard, it nearly knocked us both off our feet. But I grabbed onto her waist, anchoring myself to her.
Our kiss was fueled by three long weeks of waiting and the promise of what was to come. It was so passionate and consuming, there was no telling how much time passed. We could have been standing there for hours or decades with our lips attached and our tongues sliding against each other’s.
It was only when we came up for air that I realized I’d left the front door ajar. I kicked it closed behind me with a loud thump, and it was a starting pistol on us.
Even though we had plenty of time, we moved like the clock would run out on us any second. I stripped her coat off her shoulders and ignored it when it fell to a heap on the floor. My attention was laser-focused on the quickest way to get her out of the sexy green dress she wore.
The problem was that Chelsea was just as determined as I was to get her partner’s clothes off. She clawed at the hem of my sweater and dragged it up over my head, catching my arms awkwardly in the sleeves. I finished tugging it off and slung it to the ground, then cupped her face in my hands to deliver a mind-numbing kiss.
We snickered as we stumbled along and collided with the wall, me urging her backward toward my bedroom.
The room was dark, but the curtains were open and the streetlights outside lit the room well enough for us to see. My fingertips found the zipper at the back of her dress while she jerked my undershirt up, wanting it gone. As soon as I had her dress peeled down to her waist, I shed my shirt, and my hands went to my belt. It would be more efficient if I removed my pants, plus it gave me time to stand back and admire her while she shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress.
The heat from looking at her, paired with listening to her hurried, shallow breaths, made me buzz with electricity. Everything in me was taut, like a spring wound too tight, threatening to snap at any moment. I’d wanted her so badly right from the start, but absence made that desire build into something so intense, it was hard to breathe.
At least she seemed to feel the same way.
Her eyelids were heavy, her full lips parted, and she dragged in air like it was in short supply.
The need to touch her was powerful, and it grew stronger when she twisted her hands behind her back and released the clasp of her black bra. It coasted down her toned arms, revealing her breasts. My heart went out of rhythm, then resumed at breakneck speed as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her barely-there panties and worked them down.
My gaze followed the fabric’s descent, all the way down her long legs.
She was naked and I had fallen behind on getting undressed, too distracted by the sexy show playing out in front of me. I hurried into action, jerking my pants and underwear down in one frantic swoop.
It was only our second time, and yet we were in perfect sync. Somehow attuned to each other, like we’d spent years practicing and perfecting together. As I stepped out of the clothes at my ankles, she moved toward me, and as soon as she was in my arms, our mouths found each other’s again.
Our hands roamed and teased, drawing quiet moans and shudders from each of us.
And while I usually loved foreplay, I sensed she was as impatient as I was tonight. She’d asked to skip to the good part, after all.
I stroked a hand between her thighs, sliding against her with the side of my thumb, and found her hot and slick. She ground down on my hand and her head lolled forward, her forehead coming to rest on my bare shoulder. Fuck, it was so sexy.
Soft, needy noises came from Chelsea as she moved her hips, seeking more pleasure but also wordlessly telling me this wasn’t enough. She craved something else; something only I could give her tonight.
So, I eased her down to sit on the edge of my bed, and I felt her gaze on me as I went to the drawer of my nightstand and fished out what we’d need. I came back to her with a condom in one hand and my dick in the other.
She watched my fist as if it were hypnotic while I steadily stroked myself and there was gravel in my throat as I spoke. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”