Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I shuck off my shoes and jeans while he watches with wide eyes. “But you need to know I’m not going to let you rush this. No matter how much you try to distract me. No matter how much you beg. Now get your hand off your cock and grab the bedpost.”
I hold my breath, waiting to see how he takes the command. If I sense any hesitation or worry, I’ll pull back. He asked for this and I want it, but what he needs is more important now.
Excitement glints in his eyes as he lifts his arms over his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Thank you, God.
“Neither can I. You keep surprising me. I like it.”
And I love seeing his body spread out for me like a feast. He’s fit and hung, the olive skin slightly paler around his dark, straining erection. There are more freckles on his chest, along with fine blond hair I want to run my fingers through.
I’m no virgin. I haven’t been since high school. I’ve wanted sex, wanted release, and in the past, I wasn’t that choosy about the women who gave it to me.
But I crave Miller. Not just his body, though it’s doing things to me I can’t deny. But seeing him like this, knowing him as well as I do and thinking about all the things I’m going to do to him, is enough to bring me to the brink.
He has no idea how much he owns me.
I grab the cord with fingers that aren’t quite steady and wrap it around his wrists before knotting it to the iron bars of his old-fashioned headboard.
“You’re good at that.”
“Amsterdam,” I say by way of explanation, unwilling to go into details. I’d rather show him.
Miller tugs a little, his lips parting as his breath speeds up at the snug restraint. “I didn’t think this through. I want to touch you,” he says almost plaintively.
“After,” I promise, possessive tenderness welling up inside me. “As much and as long as you want.”
He nods, his eyes already dilating with desire. He’s giving me exactly what I want—total trust.
I cover his body with mine, lying on top of him with my hands gripping his and our lips a breath apart.
“I’ve got you now, Miller Day. Those talented hands won’t distract me from all the wicked things I’m going to do to you.”
He tugs again, almost as though he can’t help himself. “What are you going to do to me now?”
“Anything I want.” I rub my lips against his. “I have so many ideas. Tying you up is actually tame compared to some of the fantasies you’ve starred in.”
There’s disbelief in his beautiful eyes.
“It’s true. I’ve got a vivid imagination when it comes to the firsts I want to give you.”
“You can give me all of them,” he offers, his voice shaky but certain. “I want them with you.”
“Fuck, Miller.” With a few words, he’s nearly destroyed my control again.
My kiss is punishing and openly carnal. I want him begging, I need him begging before I beat him to it.
I love the taste of him, his groans vibrating against my tongue and his erection digging into my stomach as he grinds against me.
I drag my lips along his neck, tracing his collarbone with my tongue before moving down to his small, hard nipples. He gasps and I suck gently, discovering how sensitive they are.
“I’ll have more fun with these later,” I promise, sliding further down the bed to sample his stomach, leaving a path of bite marks that make him squirm in arousal.
I love having my mouth on him. My hands on his skin. His reactions are honest and addictive, and the noises he makes have me lingering, learning him. I could spend days like this.
When I slide my hand up his inner thigh to cup him, he lifts his hips off the bed in silent demand. “Brendan, please.”
“I thought you liked teasing,” I say wickedly, blowing softly against his cock. The arousal pearling at the tip of his shaft makes me lick my lips, hungry for a taste.
Next time.
“Why would you think a crazy thing like that?”
I almost grin at that. I told him I wouldn’t let him rush me, but I’m having a hard time following my own rules. Every new taste and touch is making me more impatient. I want him too much.
I grip his thighs and lift, pressing his knees against his chest, and the view steals my breath. His ass cheeks are spread just enough to tempt me.
“This is going to be a first for both of us,” I warn him, my breath rasping in my chest. “I’m glad you’ve got something to hold on to.”
Miller struggles slightly in my grip when I lower my head. “What are you—? Brendan, whaohmyfuckinggod!”
My eyes close as I lick the tender skin between his cheeks, tasting the lube I didn’t know was flavored and smiling against his skin at the noises he’s making.