Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I had to let go when he leaned back and reached for my sweater. Lifting my arms above my head, I let him pull it off. I vaguely wished that I would’ve worn a cute bra, but the thought was fleeting because with a quick twist of his fingers, Bas unclasped the back and pulled it away from my body.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, staring down at me.
I wasn’t in the most flattering position, perched on the counter the way I was, and I’d never been what society called skinny—but if the look on Bas’s face was any indication, he thought he’d won the jackpot.
“Yours,” I ordered, my breath hitching as I reached for his hoodie again.
Reluctantly sliding his eyes away from my breasts, he grabbed the hoodie by the neck and pulled it and the T-shirt off in one movement.
Then all I could see was skin. Tan, smooth, tattooed skin that was barely visible from the light coming in the windows. One of his nipples was pierced with a thin ring.
“We match,” I said hoarsely, reaching out to flick it lightly with my fingernail.
Bas grinned. Then he was reaching for me, sliding his hands under my thighs so he could lift me from the counter.
“Change of venue?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me out of the kitchen.
He kissed my shoulder in answer, sucking the skin between his teeth. I watched over his shoulder as the kitchen disappeared and he carried me upstairs. There was no door at the top, it just opened up to a bedroom with a massive bed in the center.
“I’m not fuckin’ you on the counter,” Bas finally answered as he lowered me to my feet.
“Why not?”
“’Cause the blinds were open and I wasn’t gonna take the time to close ’em,” he said, running his hand lightly down the center of my chest.
“Oh.”
“That kind of thing turns you on, we can make it happen,” he said quietly, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers before giving the ring there a gentle tug. “But not the first time.”
“Bed’s good,” I gasped, reaching for his waistband.
Our mouths collided as he backed me toward the bed, both of us unbuttoning and unzipping each other’s jeans. I slid my hand into his boxers and wrapped it around him, making him groan as he gave my jeans a sharp tug, pulling them down to my thighs.
Then his hand was between my legs, pushing my underwear to the side so he could slide his fingers over the slick skin. I could barely widen my legs, but I gave it a valiant effort as I moaned into his mouth.
His fingers were calloused and thick, and he knew exactly how to use them. I rose up on my toes as the first one and then two pressed inside, the muscles in my thighs quivering as I fought to stay upright.
“Good,” he whispered against my lips as I started moving in counterpoint. “That’s it, baby.”
Abandoning his cock, I wrapped my hand around his wrist, the nails on my other hand digging into his back as I got closer and closer to the edge.
“Chase it,” he encouraged, his voice rough. His hand twisted, and he thrust harder, making my entire body tighten.
I came with a cry that I couldn’t have held back if I tried.
“Good girl,” he praised, his lips brushing mine. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, Harp.”
His fingers didn’t stop, even as I came back down. It was as if he was both bringing me gently back to earth and building me back up at the same time, and I could barely catch my breath.
No one had ever gotten me off with just their hand before.
Letting go of his wrist, I used both hands to tug his jeans and boxers down.
His hand slipped away, and he gently sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt to help me pull my shoes off. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, and while I wasn’t nervous, per se, I wondered how things would go now that we were no longer frantic.
When my clothes were lying on the floor, Bas rose to his feet and kicked off his boots. Then, as if he’d never known self-consciousness a day in his life, he stripped completely.
I was dumbstruck.
I knew Bas was big. His height and broad shoulders were impossible to miss. But I hadn’t realized how corded with muscle he was. His thighs were thick, his stomach a ladder of abs, and at the bottom—like an arrow pointing to the promised land—a deep V that cut in at his hips.
“Jesus, Sebastian,” I said, my voice raspy. “Work out much?”
He laughed as he took a step closer and leaned down. Tilting my head back, I held his eyes as he brushed his nose against mine.
“Scoot up the bed and lie back.”