Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
My head falls back, a loud moan rolling from my lips when he cups my breasts in his hands, pinching both nipples at the same time. A jolt goes straight to my clit, making it throb and ache.
"I like the way you moan for me, Red," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "I like how sweet you sound. I like that look in your eyes right now." He dips his head, wrapping his lips around one nipple.
"Emmett!" His name rings out around us, echoing in the corners as my head bounces against the cabinet behind me.
"Shit." He yanks me forward slightly. "Careful, baby. I can't have you giving yourself a concussion before I even get to taste you."
"T-taste me?" That's not my voice. There's no way that sound just came from my lips.
His gritty chuckle tells me that it did, in fact, come from me. He meets my gaze, his eyes dark with desire, full of wickedness. "Yeah," he growls. "Taste you. I'm going to spread those gorgeous legs and put my tongue right…" He shoves a hand between my legs, pressing it up against my center through my soaked panties. "Here."
"Emmett," I whimper, fighting to close my legs around his hand. I'm not trying to get him to stop. I just want friction.
"I'm going to lick this wet little thing until you shatter on my face, Nina," he says, his eyes blazing. "Maybe I'll keep going, make you come all over me two or three times."
I whimper again, pretty sure I'm going to come right now.
"But I'm not going to do it until you tell me that you want it."
What? No. What kind of torture is this? He can't dangle heaven in front of me and then add conditions. Surely that's false advertising. Aren't there laws against that?
"I…I…"
"I need to hear you tell me that you want me to eat you, baby. I'm not going to take what you aren't ready to give."
Damn him and his morals.
"I want it. Please, Emmett," I whisper.
"What do you want, baby? Tell me."
Oh, he's a filthy, filthy man.
"I want you to…do that."
"Do what?"
I'm going to kill him. I have to do it. It's necessary at this point.
He grinds his palm against my center, toying with me. Teasing me. Driving me closer toward the brink of insanity and shredding my inhibitions.
"I want you to eat me!" I cry. "Please, Emmett."
"Fuck yeah," he breathes, crashing his mouth down on mine again. He grinds his palm against me as he devours my mouth, leaving me reeling in a bubble of lust and pleasure as he looms over me, all hot and in control and so damn beautiful.
He plays with me, rocking his palm against me again and again, until I'm right there…trembling on the edge of an orgasm. And then he backs away, hooking his hands into the sides of my panties to drag them down my legs.
My ass rises from the countertop before settling against the cool granite as he tosses them in the same direction my dress went. As soon as I land, he spreads my legs wide, opening me up to him.
My cheeks blaze with heat as his eyes lock on my center.
"Fucking Christ," he breathes, licking his lips. "You're so wet, baby. Are you hurting for me?"
"Yes," I whimper. It's the truth. I think I've been hurting for him all damn day. Ever since he made me orgasm on the couch this morning. Hell, maybe even before that. This is ridiculously fast. It's outrageously fast, actually. But…it doesn't seem to matter, either.
He knows my secrets. He knows my shame. And he's still here right now, staring at me like if he doesn't get a taste of me right now, he might shatter. He's been here all damn day, helping me, holding me together, and building me up. Maybe he is out of my league. But I don't think he sees it that way. To him, there are no leagues. People are just people…and for some crazy reason, I'm the person he wants. I'm the one he's growling over right now.
Emmett Madden is going to change my life if I let him. I feel it in my bones. And right now…I want to let him. More than I want anything, I want to take a leap and see where we land.
He crouches in front of me, running his lips up the inside of my thigh.
I sob quietly, my head falling back again.
"Eyes on me, Red," he orders. "I want you to watch me."
Oh, sweet merciful…
"I want you to remember the moment you realize exactly what it was you begged so sweetly for." He nips my inner thigh. "There won't be anyone after me, so this is your moment, baby."
Oh, my god. He's…
His tongue flicks out, spearing through my folds.
I cry out, fighting to keep my eyes on him as a wave of bliss rips through me. That shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't. But it does.