Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Then his hands were sliding down my back to sink into my ass, using it to lift me up off my feet as I frantically kicked out of my shoes.
I pulled them up, wrapping them around his waist.
His lips sought mine again as he turned us and walked me backward.
Turning, he lowered down, taking me with him until I was straddling him on the couch.
My hips dropped down, feeling his hardness press against me.
Soren’s rumble of need was drowned out by my moan as I broke the kiss, looking at him, seeing the same desire on his face that I felt surging through me.
“Been waiting for you,” Soren said, his head lowering to press a kiss to the side of my throat. “Every night,” he added, pulling my collar to the side to kiss across my collarbone.
A shiver slid down my spine. At his words. At the sweetness of his lips.
His fingers moved down, pulling my tee up.
I sat back, raising my arms for him to remove the material.
I had no idea if the tremble that moved through me was due to the cool air in his apartment or the heat in his gaze, but Soren felt it, then leaned forward, pressing his face to the center of my chest, breathing me in, his soft hair brushing over my sensitive skin.
My hand rose, curling around the back of his neck, holding him against me, consumed by the sweetness of the moment, the softness, the intimacy—things men had never offered me before. Things I never would have accepted.
His lips pressed into my sternum before his hand lifted, slipping one of my bra straps off my shoulder. Then the other.
His hands skimmed down my sides and around my back, working the clasps free, then pulling the material away, tossing it to the floor—already forgotten.
His warm breath drifted across my bare skin, making my nipples twist, and dragging a needy little whimper out of me.
Soren sucked in a deep breath, looking for some control, then exhaled before slipping to the side and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
A choked moan escaped me as I arched into the sensation, breathing going quick and shallow, heartbeat thrumming.
His tongue moved out, circling, making goosebumps pebble up across my skin as the pressure on my lower stomach grew.
His other hand sneaked upward, closing over my other breast, squeezing. Then his fingers were circling, rolling, lightly pinching.
His head shifted, sucking my other nipple into his mouth as his hand went to my other breast.
A tremble moved through me as he continued to tease, in no hurry to move on, like he’d been dreaming of just this moment for so long that he didn’t want to rush it.
It was my own need that was impatient, demanding.
I rocked against his lap, needing the friction of his hardness against me.
A rumble moved through Soren at the sensation, the sensation of it vibrating against my chest.
His hands went around me, arms braced up my back, hands holding my shoulders.
I had no idea of his intention until he was suddenly bending me back, bracing my body against his thighs and arms.
My legs clamped to his sides.
Then he was between my breasts again, kissing down the center of my stomach, making my muscles tighten, making my belly flutter.
There was something so intense about him right then. Like he desperately needed to know every inch of me, to know how I responded to even the barest of touches.
His tongue traced across the waistband of my jeans.
Only then did his head lift, his chin resting on my stomach, his eyes molten with his desire.
He shifted back, taking me with him until I was straddling him again, then grabbing my hips and pulling.
I lifted up off his lap.
But he kept pulling until I pressed my feet into the cushions and moved to stand over him.
His hands slipped toward my button and zipper, working them free, then pulling the material of my pants and panties downward. His pace was deliciously slow, exposing me inch by inch.
I stepped out of the material.
Then he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the triangle above my sex.
But then he was sitting back, his hands on my ass, pulling me forward.
Need pooled in my core as I pressed a knee to the back cushions beside his head, opening myself to him.
Then his lips and tongue were on me, licking, sucking, teasing until my thighs were shaking and my hips were rocking against his mouth.
I was already so overwhelmed, so aching with need, that it wasn’t long before I felt that telltale tightening just before the orgasm surged through me, stealing my breath, leaving me gasping and shaking.
Soren’s hands tightened on my ass, holding me against him as the climax eased.
Then he was pulling me back down on his lap, kissing me long and hard until my lips felt tingly, until my heart felt the same way.