Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 802(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 802(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
I don’t fuck for the sake of fucking.
It means something.
Oh God.
We reach the top and Dec steers me to the left toward some double doors, leaning past me to turn the gold knob. “Okay?” he asks, flicking a light on as soon as the doors open.
“Fine.” The bedroom comes into view, his bedroom, and my soles sink into the super-soft carpet. I have only a second to take in the cosy space before Dec turns me to face him.
“Then why are you shaking?”
My exhale is long, and he nods, telling me he understands. I screw men. That’s it. Take what I want and leave, not giving them a second thought again, moving on to the next man that offers a brief, woeful repose from my heartbreak. “If I kiss you here,” he murmurs, dipping and resting his lips on my neck, “are you less nervous?”
I suppress my broken moan, my head rolling, as he kisses up to my jaw.
“That sounds like a yes.”
I nod, speech evading me.
“And here?” he asks quietly, pressing his lips onto the side of my mouth.
Another nod, my insides aching for more.
“What about here?” I don’t feel his lips anywhere, so I open my eyes, and the moment I do, I’m looking into his shining gaze. He slides a hand onto my arse and tugs me close, then drops a kiss on my lips. My hands fly up to his hair and fist handfuls, opening up to him, meeting his tongue in the middle.
“That’s a definite yes.” He starts walking me backward, owning my mouth, truly kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. It’s soft, it’s slow, it’s measured and purposeful. My nerves disappear as if they were never there, every part of me drowning in him. I feel his hands reach round my back for the zip of my dress, and he smoothly draws it down my spine, our kiss never faltering. My shoulder blades pull in, my arms unhooking from around his neck to allow him to get my dress off. I inhale when I feel it hit the floor around my feet. “Okay?” he murmurs again, constantly checking in, grazing a palm down my side to my hip. He just needs to keep kissing me. Never stop kissing me. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.” I swallow and take my fingers to his shirt buttons, starting at the top, slowly exposing his chest as he watches me. I keep my eyes on my task, and as soon as I undo the last one, I take a moment to admire the sliver of skin before slipping my palms onto his shoulders to push it off.
His hands fly up and grab my wrists, bringing my eyes to his. “Let me,” he says, stepping back, effectively giving me the best view. And him of me. It’s too bright in here—I’m used to a hazy darkness, just enough light to see what I’m doing.
My eyes naturally go to the table lamps, feeling uncomfortable in my semi-nakedness. “The lights stay on,” Dec says, his voice gruff with lust. “You don’t get to hide from me, Camryn.”
I shoot my eyes to his and hold my breath as he rolls his shoulders and shrugs out of his white shirt, teasingly slowly, and yet his face remains serious, eyes full of promises I hope he can keep. His chest makes me blink hard. The ravines between each muscle are dark, well-trimmed dark hair dusting his pecs. My mouth waters, my eyes following the trail from his belly button until it disappears past the waist of his trousers.
Dec drops his shirt with my dress and unfastens his belt. “Take your bra off,” he whispers, nodding to my chest. I keep my eyes on his face as I unhook my bra and let the straps fall into the crooks of my arms, freeing my aching breasts. My nipples tingle, and Dec’s eyes smoke, his hands faltering on his fly. Leaving his trousers hanging open, he dips and pulls his socks off. Then he pushes his trousers down, revealing thick thighs coated in dark hair, his boxers hugging them.
The bulge of his erection.
I bite my lip and peek up at him. This prime, virile man.
“Still nervous?” he asks quietly, as we stand opposite each other, both naked except for his boxers and my knickers.
I shake my head, unable to keep my distance a moment longer. I walk into his chest and pull his mouth down to mine, swallowing his groan. His fingers slip into the side of my knickers and shove them down my thighs, and I return the favour, slipping both hands past the material of his boxers and easing them over his arse. In just a few seconds, we’re both completely naked and Dec’s palms rest on my hips, lifting me to his body. My arms loop his neck, my legs curl around his waist, my lips not leaving his for even a moment. I don’t need to see when I’m feeling so much.