Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Let’s go take a look,” he suggested with a grin.
Touring the house backward from how we did with the ones we visited with the jerk of a real estate agent yesterday, we walked through the four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and laundry room that were upstairs before we headed back down to see what the living room, dining room, half bath, and kitchen looked like.
“The house keeps getting better and better,” I murmured, tracing my fingers over the marble countertop. “If you want me to make dinner while I’m watching Corinne, I’d be more than happy to play in this kitchen. That way, you’d have something to eat when you get home from work.”
“You can see yourself here?” he asked, coming up behind me and placing his hands on the edge of the counter to box me in.
Turning to look up at him, I nodded. “Of course, I can. Who couldn’t?”
“Then you should move in with us.”
At first, I thought I heard him wrong. Then I wondered if he was teasing me. But he had a determined gleam in his eyes as he stared down at me, waiting for my answer. “You really want me to live here?”
“Damn straight,” he confirmed with a nod. “You love this place, which makes it perfect.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I whispered, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. “Except yes.”
His gaze zeroed in on my mouth, and the next thing I knew, he’d pulled me close and dipped his head to capture my lips.
Zane kissed like a starving man, one who was ready to devour all of me.
I’d never been kissed so passionately—or really at all—and it was like adding the sexy cherry on top of the sundae since I had just said yes to moving into the gorgeous house with him and Corinne.
His hands roamed over my body, my sensitive flesh pebbling under the thin material of my shirt. I couldn’t hold back the gasp as his hands went to my butt, cupping it firmly before he lifted me on the marble countertop. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him closer so he was flush against me.
Even through the thin material of my skirt and his jeans, I could feel his hard dick pressing against me.
“Fuck, Ellery,” he breathed as his kisses trailed down my neck. “I’ve been waiting so long to touch you.”
Although we’d only met a couple of days ago, I totally understood what he meant. But even if I’d been planning to point out how short it had been since he came to the library, I wouldn’t have been able to because his fingers tiptoed down the front of my shirt and then moved their way down to my clothed pussy, dampness already pooling between my thighs.
I’ve never had a man touch me there. Or anywhere, for that matter.
Feeling Zane’s rough hands as he flicked open the button of my jeans and yanked down the zipper to squeeze his hand into my panties just about blew my mind. But when he inched the tip of his finger inside my pussy, he quickly had me close to the brink of ecstasy.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already so wet for me. You clamp my fingers too fucking tightly. Are you going to come for me?”
His voice was hoarse, and just from the little pressure of his thumb against my clit, fireworks shot behind my eyes. My whole body shook as I gripped his shoulders, trying to keep my balance.
“That’s it, Ellery. Give me what I want. Need to see you fly apart for me.”
My orgasm felt as though it went on forever, and I practically melted into the countertop when it was over. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet his hooded gaze.
His fingers were out of my core, and he was sucking them dry. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
“That’s the first time anyone’s ever done that,” I blurted, my breath catching, making me wish I hadn’t said that.
He blinked hard, taking a step back as he placed his hands on either side of my waist.
“You mean to tell me that no other man has made you come? What the hell kind of boys have you been with, Ellery?”
I looked down, fidgeting with the zipper of my jeans, hoping he wasn’t seeing how red my face was because it felt as though my skin was heated to one million degrees.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” I whispered.
His hand gruffly went to my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. “What are you telling me, baby?”
“I’m a virgin,” I managed to squeak out, tears welling up in my eyes.
I expected him to walk away right there.
To decide he didn’t want anything to do with me.
But instead, he loosened his grip on my chin and gently rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “You mean I get to be the first to touch you? To taste you? To make you mine?”