Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 145731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
And from the looks of it, I read her right. In seconds, she’s got my jeans undone, all while she’s still kissing me in a greedy, messy way that says my woman is ravenous.
So am I.
But I don’t want to assume. I cover her hands with mine, slow her pace for a second, and wrench back even though there’s hardly any room to move.
“You want this, sweetheart?”
She furrows her brow, then deadpans, “Was that…not clear?”
I chuckle, then say, “Just making sure.”
She rises and hikes up the skirt of her dress to mid-thigh, giving me a peek of white lace panties that look…soaked. “Is it clear now?”
A groan works its way up my chest. “Fuck yes.”
Out the window, I catch the outline of the snowy peaks. The flicker of the flashing gold lights. In here, I indulge in the view mere inches from me. Isla, straddling me on the train for two as it curves up a snowy hill a week before Christmas.
She glances behind her again, then a naughty smile twists her lips. “Then fuck me, Rowan. It’s the only way this date can get any better.”
Well, then.
I fish around in my jeans pocket for a condom, since yes, I came prepared. She busies herself with removing her panties from one leg, and my breath stutters.
The sight of her pussy, pretty and pink and glistening, knocks some brain cells loose. “You’re gorgeous,” I say, but it feels like that’s hardly enough. “You’re so fucking sexy, it drives me crazy. You’re so goddamn pretty, I can’t stand it. It’s infuriating how much I’ve wanted you for so long.”
And I guess I had more to say.
With heat in her eyes, she leans closer, her lips a taunt. “Then take me, Rowan. Take me now.”
I open the condom wrapper as she pushes my jeans over my ass, and I help her along.
She shoves my boxer briefs down next, laughing when she catches sight of them. “Black, of course.”
But her laughter stops when she frees my cock. Her lips part, then she rolls them together as she wraps an eager hand around my hard dick.
I hiss out a breath. Feels so fucking good.
She gives me a nice, tight squeeze, then strokes up, making me shudder. “Well, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, isn’t it?” Her gaze drifts down to my cock. “This is exactly what I wanted to unwrap.”
“Then let’s make sure you enjoy your present, Isla.”
“Game on.”
“Game fucking on,” I say, as I roll on the condom, then grab her hips and position her over my hard length. My dick jumps, so damn eager to get to know her.
And then…my brain short-circuits when Isla Marlowe lowers herself onto me. There are no words. Just groans, just grunts, just white-hot bursts of pleasure until she sinks all the way down.
Her hands curl around my shoulders. I grip her hips. We go still as our eyes meet.
This—our physical connection—has never been fake. But right now, as we hold our gazes for a heady beat, nothing feels false at all. Especially not the desire coursing through every damn cell in my body.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Show me how much I’ve driven you crazy.”
Yes, ma’am. After pushing up her sweater dress to her waist, I dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, and I punch up mine. I fuck up into her, driving deep inside her as the train climbs the mountain on a cold winter’s night.
She moves with me, rocking on my dick, but mostly I drive this train, using my strength to give the woman what she wants.
The best date ever.
A date that shows her she’s the center of the world.
A date that puts her first, not last.
A date that makes her feel like this man’s the only one.
Soon, we’re sweating and grunting. Chasing and gripping. But I don’t want to take a goddamn chance. Besides, a man should never assume his dick is enough to get the job done.
“Want a little more?” I ask, as I slide my hand between her thighs, showing her what I mean.
She gasps, nodding vigorously. “Yes. Please. Do that.”
Her tone is more urgent than ever as I rub her clit while I thrust into her. Her fingers grip my shoulders tighter, and her mouth twists. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breathing quickens.
It’s beautiful and breathtaking watching this woman—with all her rules and organization, with all her sunshine and effort, with all her notebooks and matching scarves—lose control as she gives in to her wants.
She’s gasping and moaning, growing louder and louder still with each thrust of my hips, with each chug of the train till she cries out, “Yes, oh god yes, please, yes, yes, yes.”
She’s babbling, but that’s all I need to finish her off with my hand and my cock and my insatiable desire for my matchmaker turned fake girlfriend.