Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I let him go and swallowed, sitting back on my heels to finally catch my breath.
His head banged back against the door. “Shit. Are you okay? Did I cut off your air supply?”
I shook my head and laughed, still a little breathless. “I’m fine. Maybe a little oxygen-deprived, but fine.”
“I’m going to pay you back later.” He offered his hand and helped me up.
“Thanks, but this isn’t about trading favors. I wanted to do that.”
“Okay, maybe pay you back isn’t the right way to put it. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue later because I want to, and you wouldn’t let me do it here. How’s that sound?” He started doing up his pants.
My insides tightened. “Good. But I’ll be here late.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“I’m always the last one out on a night like this. It could be a long wait.”
He finished buckling his belt and put his arms around me. “You are worth a long wait, and don’t fucking forget it. And besides, I’ve got less than twenty-four hours before I have to get on a plane, and I want to spend as many of them as possible making sure you don’t forget me.”
I smiled, even though the thought of him leaving made me sad. “No argument here.”
It was after one a.m. by the time we walked out to the parking lot hand in hand.
“Want to come over?” I asked him.
“Of course I do. I’ve got promises to keep—some of them you don’t even know about.”
I laughed as my stomach swooshed. “Follow me to my place.”
With Tyler’s SUV in my rearview mirror, I drove to my house as quickly as I dared, and we parked next to each other in front of my building.
On my front porch, his mouth was on my neck, his hands already pulling up my dress as I tried and failed like five times to get the key in the lock. Finally, I managed to get the damn door open, and we stumbled into the front hallway, slamming it shut behind us.
I dropped everything I was holding and heard my keys hit the tile floor. Tyler spun me by the shoulder and backed me into the wall, caging me in with his arms and devouring my mouth with a searing-hot kiss that set fire to every nerve ending in my body. I reached down between us and slid my hand over his bulging cock, desperate to feel him inside me again. “God, I want you,” I whispered. “I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.”
When he stepped back to wrestle off his suit coat, I dashed for the stairs, ditching one shoe and then the other so I could move faster. But he caught me around the waist when I was halfway up, taking me down to my hands and knees. From there he hiked up my dress and yanked off my panties. “I can’t wait. I need you now. Right here.” Bracing himself with one arm on a step above my head, he reached around and slipped his hand between my legs, groaning when he felt how wet I was already.
Trapped by his size and strength, I panted beneath him, torn between wanting to get him out of that suit and feel his naked skin against mine and wanting to let him have his way with me on the stairs. God, he was so good with his hands. His fingers had me on the verge of an orgasm in no time at all.
Then he snared my waist again and flipped me onto my back. Moving down a couple steps, he pushed my thighs apart and buried his face between them, using his tongue the way he had last night, greedily, mercilessly, relentlessly, until my body convulsed with pleasure beneath him.
Somehow we made it from the stairs into my bedroom—a haze of clothing being torn off and flung wherever, of tripping up the steps and scrambling down the hallway, of hands that wouldn’t stop clutching, mouths that wouldn’t stop claiming, and hearts that wouldn’t stop pounding.
Then finally—finally—his huge, hard cock was easing inside me, his broad chest was hovering over mine, and his scent filled my head. I raked my nails across his skin, gasping as he plunged in so deep it hurt, yet desperately wishing I could take him even deeper. Wishing he didn’t have to leave tomorrow. Wishing I could stop time and stay wrapped up in him this way, even as we raced toward the inevitable finish, our bodies unwilling to slow down, to savor the moment or make it last.
My need for him shocked me. I cried out with abandon, I bit his shoulder, I pulled his hair. I arched my back and rocked my hips and begged him not to stop. I let go completely, unashamed of the way I wanted him. And he wanted me just as badly—I felt it in the violent way he moved, heard it in his ragged breathing, knew it from the way he cursed and growled my name. We gave in to the rush together, spiraling higher and higher until we careened off the edge together, the world reduced to one blissful, rippling pulse shared between us.