Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
God, the way he looked at me.
“Spread,” he ordered softly, gently widening my knees.
I swallowed hard as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh. His hand covered me, cupping me, before his thumb slid inside, making my back arch. Just that small movement made my entire body flush with heat.
He let out a loud breath and reached for his wallet with his other hand.
“I’m on birth control,” I said as he pulled a condom out.
His eyes snapped back to mine with a frown.
“Put the fucking condom on,” I clarified. “Just letting you know we’re doubly covered.”
He nodded, and I couldn’t stop the sound of disappointment that left my mouth as he pulled his hand away, the calluses on his fingers brushing against my clit.
Curling my arm under my head, I watched as he ripped open the little wrapper. My breath caught as he shoved his boxer briefs down his thighs, and I got my first look at him. He was big. Not run-from-the-room big, but…that’s-going-to-take-some-work big. I shivered in anticipation as he rolled the condom on.
“Doubly covered,” he said quietly as he stretched out above me, his lips twitching.
I arched, bracing one hand on the headboard as I reached for him with the other. My fingers tangled in the silky hair at the back of his head as I lifted my mouth toward his.
“Yeah, you’re welco—”
The words cut off as he thrust inside me.
Everything inside me went silent as I gasped.
“That’s it,” he murmured into my mouth as I clenched around him. “Relax.”
The arm above me was shaking as I struggled to let him in.
Loosening the hand in his hair, I let my knees fall wide again as I tilted my hips.
“Good girl,” he praised, sliding out a fraction before thrusting forward again.
I let out a strangled yell, and he smiled.
It was incredible. I stared for a moment, trying to commit the expression to memory. I’d known him distantly for years, but I’d never seen him look like that.
My heart thundered as he began a steady rhythm, my hips rolling in counterpoint. The skin on my chest and neck heated as I worked toward my orgasm, and I knew I was flushing as red as a lobster, but I couldn’t find it in me to be self-conscious, even while he watched. Everything felt too good. The way his shoulders bunched under my hand, how his fingers pinched my nipple, the way the hair on his thighs gently abraded the sensitive skin on mine. It was confusing and exhilarating at the same time. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
The second my orgasm hit and my back arched, his hand gently covered my mouth, muffling the sound. I didn’t want to close my eyes and miss anything, but it was as if my body was no longer in my control. My legs stiffened around his, my nails dug into the back of his neck, my teeth clenched, and I came so hard that I couldn’t breathe.
A minute later, he groaned against my throat and paused before moving into a smooth glide. My legs and hands were shaking when he pulled away, and I struggled to hide it while he moved off the bed.
It didn’t make any sense. I stared at the large Aces tattoo covering his back as he crossed the room to throw away the condom. The sex should’ve been average. Adequate at best. He’d barely touched me. It was the very definition of a quickie, and he’d barely even grazed my clit.
“You good?” he asked in amusement, turning back toward me.
“Yeah,” I rasped, shoving up from the bed. I didn’t want to move. Every muscle in my body felt like jelly.
He’d already pulled his boxers back up, but the rest of his body was still on display. I wasn’t sure where to look first. His thighs were a work of art. His torso layered with muscle and covered in too many tattoos to count. The hair I’d tangled in my fingers was hanging around his face as he bent over.
I gulped, then started in surprise when he tossed my bra and tank top on the bed.
My stomach sank as I snatched them up and awkwardly, and as fast as humanly possible, pulled them on. Kneeling, I pressed my thighs together tightly as he dropped my underwear and shorts in front of me.
Fuck, I had no idea what to say. I felt raw and embarrassed for some reason. We’d both known what it was when he’d led me to his room. It wasn’t as if I was looking for some kind of happily-ever-after. We were attracted to each other, and we’d scratched a very satisfying itch. That was all it was.
Scooting off the side of the bed, I quickly stepped into my underwear and shorts, pulling them up my hips in one movement. The cement floor was freezing against my bare feet. My hands were clumsy as I buttoned up the shorts, missing one but choosing to ignore it as I slid my sandals back on.