Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
He smiles. “It was my pleasure. You’re beautiful when you’re coming for me.”
I nibble my bottom lip, suddenly shy, but also…determined. Because I bet he’ll be beautiful when he’s coming for me, too.
I reach down, letting one hand curl around the hard, molten length of him. The skin covering his erection is velvety soft and delightful against my fingertips, but not nearly as delightful as the thought of him losing control because of me.
Because of the way I make him ache and burn…
“You don’t have to,” he whispers, but his breath is already coming faster and the fond look in his eyes is growing hungry again.
“I know, I don’t,” I whisper back. “I want to.” I tighten my grip a little, giving his length an experimental stroke from base to tip. “I want to hear your sounds.”
He emits a soft groan. “Your touch feels so good.”
“Good?” I ask, studying his handsome face as I stroke him again. “I want to give you more than good. Show me how to make it great?”
“I don’t have to show you, you—”
“Yes, you do,” I cut in. “I’m a late bloomer, remember?”
His eyes widen slightly. “You’ve never done this, either?”
I shake my head. “No. I told you, clothes never came off with my other boyfriends. Yours is the first one I’ve seen in real life.” I fight a grin before adding, “But I’m already pretty sure he’s the best.”
“And he’s already pretty sure he’s madly in love with you. Come here,” he says, making me giggle as we roll across the bed.
Soon, he’s on his back and I’m hovering above him, watching his face do wonderfully sexy things as he teaches me how to work his body the way he worked mine. Turns out, I can grip him much more firmly than I anticipated.
Firmer and faster…
I work him up and down, gathering the slickness from the tip of him to keep the friction from becoming too much, shocked to find that touching him is nearly as arousing as being touched. My breath speeds and my nervous system lights up as his hips buck into the air, thrusting once more into my slick grip before coming with sharp pulses that feel delicious beneath my hand. Even the hot fluid that slides down his stomach to coat my knuckles is more erotic than I expected.
It’s not a mess, it’s—
Well, it is a mess, but it’s…
“It’s a sexy mess,” I murmur, running a fingertip through his release, smearing it around his firm abs.
He laugh-sighs as he brushes his hair back from his forehead. “Glad you think so. I certainly think your mess is pretty sexy.”
The words make my cheeks heat as I become very aware of the slickness hot on my thighs. A part of me wants to ask if it’s normal to get turned on by giving him pleasure, but decide it’s a silly question.
Who cares if it’s normal? It’s wonderful.
This entire night has been wonderful.
“I think you’re sexy,” he adds, reaching up to cup my face in his hand. “I’m already looking forward to tomorrow night.”
“Me, too,” I say, leaning down to steal a kiss, finding his lips somehow even more delightful than they were a few minutes ago. I just feel so…close to him. And I only want to get closer.
“Think you might want to sleep over?” he murmurs as he smooths my hair from my face. “I could make a fancy breakfast in the morning. For a man who spent over a decade eating cafeteria food, I’m a decent cook.”
I let out a soft sigh against his lips. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Beat you at chess?” he says. “I’ve been thinking about the board, and you’re right. You’re going to beat me in two.”
I pull back, laughing. “You were thinking about chess while we were in bed?”
He looks adorably guilty. “No, not the entire time. Just during the last part, to try to make it last longer. You were just so gorgeous, hovering over me like a sexy angel of mercy, I had to do something, or I wouldn’t have lasted five seconds.”
I shake my head, but I’m still grinning as I say, “Fine, but you still have to finish the game. It’s no fun unless I get to physically move my queen in for the slaughter.”
He hums low in his throat. “Slaughter? I wouldn’t say it was a bloodbath, woman. I held my own, and I’ll beat you next time. No doubt in my mind.”
I slide out of bed, heading for the bathroom to wash my hands, feeling strangely unselfconscious about being completely nude in front of a man for the first time.
But then, the way Connor looks at me makes it clear he thinks I look just fine without any clothes on. Better than fine. He looks at me like I’m the sexiest, most captivating thing he’s ever seen, and for the first time in my life, I understand why women waste so much time fussing with their hair and makeup.