Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
I move to her arm, lifting it and pressing my mouth to the inside of her wrist. More kisses to the tender bend of her elbow. When I find a sensitive spot, her fingers curl into my hair.
Grinning, I drag my teeth along the inside of her forearm.
“Jesus, Wolf.” She turns her head to watch me, lashes half-lowered. “You’re merciless.”
“Then call me by my first name.”
“What’s that?”
“Yours.”
Her eyes flutter shut on a shivery inhale.
My hands roam while my lips work, learning where she’s ticklish and where she arches. I follow the slope of her ribs with open-mouthed kisses, counting each rung with my lips and continuing downward.
Her stomach jumps beneath my tongue, and a small, involuntary giggle breaks free.
“Lie still.” I swat her thigh.
“Yes, sir.”
She bites down on a smile, compelling me to bite down on the soft dip above her navel. She shrieks with laughter and quickly reins herself in.
Her stomach goes on the favorites list.
I continue my circuit around the table, pulling out more chairs with my free hand while never losing contact with her skin.
My fingertips trace lazy paths over her hips, following the dramatic flare from her narrow waist.
“These.” I squeeze, digging my thumbs into the curves. “Obsession territory.”
“You’re obsessed with my hips?”
“And your thighs. Don’t get cocky. I’m not done.”
I kiss along the length of one leg, then the other, my mouth skimming around the blond patch of hair between her thighs.
Her heels slide on the table’s surface, her legs tensing and relaxing, as if she doesn’t know whether to close them or spread them.
“Open your legs.” I press my lips to the inside of her knee.
Another on the favorites list. Inner knees.
She whimpers as I pepper kisses along her thighs, deliberately stopping just shy of where I know she’s pulsing hot and frantic.
“You’re…” She swallows a quick sip of air. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re not so cute when you’re cruel.”
“Should I stop? Because I intend to be very, very cruel.”
With a gulp, she quickly shakes her head.
By the time I complete the circle, I’ve committed a full catalog of reactions to memory. The breathless gasp when I kiss the hollow under her jaw. The choked curse when my teeth scrape her collarbone. The low, helpless groan when I suck her pierced nipples. The trembling in her thighs when I pay attention to the insides of her knees.
“Are you hard?” She cranes her neck, trying to steal a glimpse.
I give her a look. Seriously?
“How hard?”
“Put it this way. It’s a miracle I haven’t torn a hole in my shorts. I’ve leaked a gallon of precome, and at this point, if anything bumps into that general area…” I gesture at the source of my discomfort. “I’ll go off like a one-hundred-year geyser.”
“Can I see?”
I groan. “Exposing myself involves touching it, and touching results in—”
“Old Faithful?” She traps a squirming smile between her teeth.
“Old Faithful erupts every ninety minutes.” I return to her face, bracing one hand beside her head, the other spreading wide over her ribs. “Since meeting you, I’m significantly more active than that.”
“Yeah?” She breathes in short gasps, looking as worked-up as I am with her damp skin and hard nipples. “What’s your eruption frequency?”
“Dangerously high.” I drag my nose along hers. “By the way, I found at least ten favorite parts.”
“Only ten?”
I crush my mouth to hers, and she opens against the pressure of my tongue, welcoming my consuming kiss with breathy whimpers, her hands finding my chest, and tracing the bubbled welts.
Her tongue rolls against mine, hot and soft, clashing between our lips. Mouths open and fused, we lick and groan, growing wilder, messier, and more frantic by the second.
As I devour her, my thumb drags across her nipple, tracing the barbell. She arches, a helpless noise ripping from her throat.
Yeah. That one never gets old.
I keep her right on the cusp with only a kiss, edging her toward release, pulling back when I know she’s close, and circling the table again. I touch her everywhere except the one place she wants me. I kiss her until her body goes heavy and restless. Then I torment her again.
“Wolf, please.” Her legs shift, and her hands grab at me like she doesn’t know where to hold on.
“Time for another angle.”
She blinks up at me, confused, until I grab a chair and drag it directly to the end of the table.
I sit, muscles thrumming and blood roaring in my ears. Then I grip her ankles and tug.
My hands tremble around her ankles as I pull her body across the table toward me. Her ass meets the edge, and her legs fall open, knees bending.
Jesus on a snow machine. Her position, all sprawled and trusting, is enough to make me want to skip this part and go straight to the fucking.
But no. I don’t want to miss a single step.