Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“I have neighbors. We might as well share a wall with how close they are. And I still haven’t showered yet.”
“Then you’ll just have to shut it, won’t you? And I’ll have to fuck you again while you clean up.” I flash her a wicked smile.
Her nipples are already pebbled, and I tweak them with my fingers. She gasps, fastening it behind her teeth. I scrape my teeth over the flimsy material of her tee.
“You know the drill,” I whisper. “You want me to slow down, I will. But I don’t think you do.”
“Keep fucking going,” she pleads.
“Fucking. Right,” I rumble into her skin.
“I trust you. Remember that.” I reward her by pressing my mouth against the hollow of her throat, practically tasting the flutter of her heartbeat.
“You can trust me. I’ve got you.”
“It’s almost too easy. It’s scary.”
“You can tell me to stop anytime.”
“But I don’t want you to.” She shifts under me as I kiss her again. “God, don’t stop, Brady.”
That’s good, because even though my head tells me to lay off her and give her space, my cock has different ideas.
Appalling ones.
“What sort of smut do you read?” I growl into her ear, resting my body against hers. Gently at first, then with more pressure when she doesn’t flinch away.
“Mm. Depends on the book. Sometimes it’s funny and adorable. Sometimes it’s pure filth wrapped in a pretty cover.”
“I’ve seen those discreet covers. Got to keep your freak flag hidden?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Growling, I lift her shirt with my teeth, exposing bare midriff, and then pull it over her head.
There’s so much I want to explore here, so much to kiss and suck and torment with my tongue.
I want her hands on me too. Especially when she moans like butter.
“Your turn. I want this off.” She tugs at my shirt now.
“Take it, woman. Take what’s yours.”
Her laugh comes low and husky in a way that burns my balls.
Her little nails skim my bare skin, caressing my stomach as she takes my shirt and pulls.
I watch her big brown eyes go gratifyingly dark like rich amber.
Her fingers arc down lower to my pants, where she’s about to find a hard-on so intense it could drive fucking nails through the wall.
She’s done this before, yes, but now it feels less like an exploration and more like we’re marking each other.
She’s imprinting my body on her mind, and I love it.
“Pants,” she says.
I roll off her and lie on my back, hands behind my head.
If she wants to lead, permission granted.
We both know who’s really in control.
Hell, there’s nothing sexier than a woman removing your clothes like you’re a king, especially when she looks at you like you just hung the moon and the stars.
Jeans first.
She presses a hot, hungry kiss below my naval as she unbuttons them and works down my zipper, gliding her fingers over my bulge.
I suck in a breath.
Her eyes find mine, all honey brown past the dark of her pupils, almost gold.
I’m no poet, but even a literary idiot like me could write goddamn sonnets if she asked.
“You like that?” She trails another nail down my erection, featherlight.
My cock throbs violently against her touch.
“You know I do.” I smirk at her. “Do it again.”
“First, I want to see what it’s like when Brady Pruitt gets teased.” Still holding my gaze, she removes her light-pink bra. It’s another sensible, everyday bra.
How does something so basic make me unhinged?
A little too wild. A lot reckless.
With Lena, I have to stay focused.
Even if it feels like I’m drenched in gasoline and she’s holding the match, hovering the flame over me, smiling with delight because she can burn me down in a second.
Fuck.
As I watch her, she takes my hand and places it on her waistband.
She doesn’t need to ask twice. Not with words.
I’m lightning—a little too fast, maybe—ripping the sheer material of her pastel pink panties as I yank them down her legs and fling them aside.
I breathe deep, feeling my nostrils flare as her scent fills the room.
Honest to God, I could bury myself in her wet little cunt for days.
Then I twist around, throwing her underneath me in one hungry movement, spreading her legs with mine.
“Open your legs and give it up, Sass. That sweet pussy’s mine.”
Growling, I plunge my fingers into her.
She’s all slick heat. I knew that from the damp spot on her panties, but feeling her silky smoothness against my fingers makes my blood storm.
A second later, I’m damn near grinding against her thigh, but she doesn’t mind. Especially when I take her nipple between my teeth.
I bite down.
Not too much, but hard enough so she knows I’m not playing.
She squirms delightfully, whimpering, her body shifting to give me more access, eager for my cock.
It isn’t fair.
How did I waste so many years in my prime before I found her?