Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
As my tongue slicked and cartwheeled over her clit, my hands drifted over her legs, her hips, and up to grip one of her breasts.
“Wait,” she gasped as a warning.
But by the time the word registered, it was too late.
Her thighs closed around my head as the orgasm descended upon her, muffling the cry she unleashed. Her climax had taken her by surprise, and as the pleasure rolled through, her body flinched in uncontrolled jerks.
Goddamn, it was so fucking hot.
She was still shuddering with her orgasm when I came back to her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“You liked that?” I whispered into her ear, nibbling there.
“That was . . .” She couldn’t catch her breath as she searched for the right word. “Nice.”
“Nice?” I repeated, dubious, and my filter broke down. “Ice cream and bike rides are nice. Let me show you just how nice I can be.”
She pressed her lips together to smother a smile, but I was too focused on my task to get much of a look. I turned to lie on my side, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, and peeled the fabric down until I was as naked as she was.
The amusement in her expression disappeared, instantly replaced with heat when I grabbed her hand and guided it to my dick. Her cool fingers wrapped around me where I was long and hard, and throbbing for her.
“Would you like this?” My tone was sinful. “Would that be nice?”
She buried the edge of her teeth in her bottom lip and gave a nod. Her bashfulness now was so different from who she’d been the night she’d danced for me in the restaurant, but this version of her was just as sexy.
Her grip tightened on my dick and slid slowly up to the tip, and back down to the base.
I groaned it under my breath. “Fuck. Do it again.”
She complied, and the sensation sliding through her fist caused my dick to flex. It felt so fucking good, my head filled with smoke. It disabled whatever filter I had left.
“You have no clue how badly I’ve wanted this, and I don’t just mean in the car.” I put my hand over hers, guiding her to squeeze tighter, and my hips thrust so I could fuck our hands. “I had to do this to myself in the shower yesterday just to relieve the ache.”
Her eyes widened with surprise, and I worried that once again I’d said too much. Her free hand came up to touch her lips, like she wanted to hide behind her fingers.
“I touched myself while thinking about you, too,” she admitted. “Even when I knew it was wrong.”
I groaned because she was killing me. “It wasn’t wrong.”
And if it was? I no longer cared.
I pushed her down onto her back, shifting so I was once again between her legs. I pulled her hands away from me, threaded our fingers together, and pressed them to the comforter beside her head.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I uttered against her lips.
I moved my hips, letting myself rub against her, down the entire bare length to tease. It was the most dangerous thing I’d ever done because—fucking hell—it felt so good I wanted to sink inside her, right here, right now, and worry about the consequences later.
Her breath was ragged and her gaze fixated on mine. A combination of emotions played across her face. Excitement. Desperation. Recklessness. My kiss seemed to make her drunk with desire.
She was hot and wet, and I slid my cock over her clit again and again until her eyes fell shut. She was wild for me to claim her, her hips trying to line up with mine so I could push inside and give her what she wanted.
And thank God she wanted it. I wasn't sure how I'd gotten lucky enough to get to this moment with her. I mumbled my question into the crook of her neck. “Here? Or on the bed?”
Laurel’s gaze went to the bed like she wondered how the hell we were going to get there, but I had that covered.
It hurt like a motherfucker when I rose, pulling her up with me, and then lifted her into my arms, but I was too focused, too driven to let the pain stop me. With her orgasm and her trembling legs, I didn’t know if she could walk, so this was the fastest way to get there.
I deposited her on the sheets, and a flash of lightning illuminated the room for a split second, immediately followed by an enormous boom. She flinched. The storm on top of us was eerily similar to the flash bang from the terrifying night in the motel bathroom.
My goal was temporarily abandoned. I wrapped her up in my arms, simply holding her. I’d try my damnedest, do everything in my power to make her feel safe. And, shit, how I wished I could wipe that memory away.