Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
He tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, then moved to my ear, brushing his lips over the sensitive shell. “You want this to stop? Tell me. Don’t like what I’m doing? Tell me. I get close to a boundary, tell me.” His eyes met mine as he lifted his head. “Understand?”
“Yes.” That was the only word he was going to hear from me.
His hand caressed the nape of my neck before sliding into my hair. “You’re so damned beautiful. There’s no one like you, Allie.”
I took hold of his vest and pulled him back to my mouth. He groaned into the kiss, the sound flooding me with a feeling of power as I worked the buttons free, then tugged the garment off with a little help from him. I started on the buttons of his shirt as his mouth fell to my neck, and I fumbled once or twice as he worshipped every sensitive place he’d discovered at the beach, drawing a gasp, then a whimper from my lips.
He’d remembered exactly what I’d liked and used the knowledge to flip every switch I had until I was practically humming. My thighs clenched in anticipation. This was going to be so damned good. It already was and we were both still clothed.
I yanked his shirt free from his pants as he moved into new territory, his lips brushing over every inch of skin beneath my collarbone, slowing to explore the swells of my breasts as his hand slid along the slit in my dress and up my thigh.
“Off,” I demanded, tugging on his shirt.
He grinned against my skin, then let me go only long enough for the shirt to hit the floor. I splayed my hands across his chest when he leaned in to kiss me and pushed gently. He took the hint and stood straight.
Holy fucking yes.
I sighed in pure feminine appreciation as I looked, and looked, and looked, taking all the time I’d deprived myself of at the beach. Dancers were long and lean—even the guys. Hudson was massive, packed with perfectly chiseled muscle, from the curved lines of his pecs to the sculpted ridges of his abdomen. I’d seen him shirtless, but now I stared, fighting off the one word that wouldn’t leave my brain: mine.
I’d never felt possessive over anyone except him, and now I had him.
“How are you real?” My eyes locked with his as I traced the dips along his abs. They tensed under my touch.
“You’re surrounded by professional dancers,” he reminded me, a smirk playing across his lips. “You see athletic bodies all the time.”
“Not like this.” I followed the deep fuck-me lines to his waistband. “Not like you.” My body burned a degree hotter just looking at him.
He pounced, capturing my mouth in a dizzying kiss. “I’m trying to be good, but saying things like that will get you fucked, Allie.”
“Yes, please,” I replied against his mouth.
We lost control of the kiss as it turned blatantly carnal, and I worked my arms out of the straps of my dress, trusting the boning in the bodice to keep it upright as his hand stroked up my thigh. I ripped my mouth away, gasping for air when his fingers skimmed the sensitive line along the silk fabric of my thong.
He sank his other hand into my hair and tugged. My back arched as I threw my hands out behind me, and my dress slid to my waist, leaving my breasts bare.
“Damn,” he muttered, his gaze moving over me with a look of pure hunger that made my heart pound even faster. “Could you be any more perfect?” His mouth closed over a nipple, flicking it with his tongue, and I moaned at the jolt of white-hot need that streaked through me.
God, that felt good. It was somehow even better when he moved to my other breast and started all over again. My hips jerked and he traced the elastic of my underwear from my hip all the way down my inner thigh to my center. An inch to the left and he’d be right where I needed him.
He was turning me into a puddle, melting me with his mouth and with the light, stroking teases of his fingers. I needed more. I’d never felt this urgent before, like the world might actually end if he didn’t touch me, didn’t appease the steadily growing ache between my thighs.
“Now would be a good time to tell me to stop.” His fingers stroked over my core, a tiny scrap of fabric separating us, and he scraped his teeth over my nipple before lifting his head to look me in the eye.
“More.” Like hell were we stopping.
“Allie?” He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine as his fingers dipped beneath the edge of my underwear. “I think those first five minutes are up. Want to extend?”