Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Her eyes flicker, and with a sexy smile, she complies, craning her neck and watching me.
And that’s all I want to do—gaze at this sensual, gorgeous woman in my bed. I run a hand down her back, admiring the lines of it, then over her sweet ass, palming the curves.
She drops her face to the pillow, trembling as I squeeze the soft flesh. My bones rattle with the desire to take her. To have her. To fuck her hard and good into next year—the way I know, I just know, she’ll want.
But I give her more of what she wants. This foreplay. “Living well, Skylar. We are living so fucking well,” I say as I position the bottle above her back, then slowly pour some onto the pale skin, freckled here too.
When did I become obsessed with her freckles?
When you met her, you dumbass.
A stupid smile teases my lips—but I’m smiling at my goddamn inner voice when I really should be licking champagne off my neighbor.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, sounding a little nervous, maybe because I stopped touching her.
I set the bottle on the nightstand, dip my face to her back and lick the champagne from the top of her ass to her shoulder blades. As she shivers under me, I answer her at last with the reassurance she deserves. “Just thinking about your freckles.”
“I have a lot of them,” she murmurs.
“And I’m obsessed with them all,” I say, then run a finger down her spine slowly, savoring each shudder as I travel. I can’t look away. I’m too mesmerized by her. I kiss a constellation of freckles near her upper back, then another, then one more.
With each press of my lips, she murmurs, wriggling under me. With every move she makes, an urgent need hums through my cells. Like my bones are vibrating with want. “Can’t wait anymore, chaos demon,” I say roughly into her hair.
“Thank god,” she says, full of filthy relief.
She’s so free with her desire. So outgoing. So confident. It’s intoxicating and so very her—a woman who’s unafraid to be exactly who she is.
Is this what I’ve needed? This fearless energy?
Maybe, but now’s not the time to dwell in my head.
I flip her over and run a hand down her neck, amazed in some ways that she’s here with me, arching into me.
“Ford,” she whines. “You’re such a tease.”
I smile. “Can’t help it. You’re fucking perfect to tease,” I say, then stop the teasing. After reaching into the nightstand drawer, I grab a condom, but then stop. “Um,” I say, unsure how to break this to her.
“What is it?” she asks, with heightened concern.
“Your dog is staring at me.”
Skylar rolls her eyes, but pushes up in bed, peering at the little Doxie mix. The long, little guy is sitting on the floor next to the bed, his ears hanging adorably, while Zamboni snoozes in a corner. But Simon’s big eyes are locked on us. It’s a little…unnerving. I’m not used to a canine audience.
“He knows all my secrets,” she says as Simon thumps his tail. “He hears the videos I watch when I play with my toys. It’s what he does—watches. It’s okay. A dog keeps his woman’s secrets. Just get inside me and stop thinking about Simon’s voyeurism.”
My head pops with so much delicious intel. “We’re going to circle back to those videos real soon.”
“Later, Ford. Later. I’ve been admiring your dick since you took off your swim shorts. Now I need to feel that nice big cock fucking me into the mattress.”
Masculine pride floods me. I don’t care what her dog does. I only care about giving her exactly what she wants.
I settle between her thighs, tear open the wrapper, and roll it on. My dick jumps as I cover it. Skylar’s watching me the whole time, licking her lips, eyes flickering with a lust that matches mine.
This is almost too much.
I roam my hands up her legs, my chest heating to supernova levels as I admire the woman under me—the woman who speaks her mind. I’d tease her all night, but my storied patience makes a fast exit when I rub the head of my cock against her wetness.
It’s like a match to kindling. I’m on fire in seconds, a roaring blaze in my cells. I sink into her, groaning savagely at the tight, welcoming feel of her.
The way she lets out a breathy gasp.
How her thighs fall open, inviting me to fill her.
As I do, everything turns electric. She reaches for me, holding my face, all her vulnerability suddenly shining through as she strokes my jaw.
It’s a tender moment amid the lust, and it floors me. Hits me right in the heart.
“I want you,” she whispers. It’s soft and sweet, and the sound of those three words sends a hot tremor shooting down my spine.