Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“I’m not fuckin’ you next to the door,” he growled. “In fact, I ain’t fuckin’ you at all. Not this time.” I opened my mouth to question him, but Rocky simply kissed me until I forgot what I was going to say. While there was an abundance of hunger and raw, urgent need in his kiss, Rocky didn’t dominate me like he had before. He was still very much in charge, but he seemed to be coaxing and teasing more than taking this time. Hard to tell, really, when my head spun from the pleasure he built effortlessly inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct. With a grunt, Rocky grabbed my ass as he lifted me and moved to the bedroom.
When he set me on my feet, he shoved my jacket from my shoulders, then found the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head in one fluid motion, then tossed it aside. I tugged at his jacket, wanting him skin to skin, and he obliged, stripping it off and letting it fall to the floor before peeling off his shirt to join mine on the floor.
I couldn’t stop touching him. My hands roamed his arms, his shoulders. I wanted to map every inch, memorize every scar and tattoo, like if I learned his body well enough I’d understand the rest of him. He bit my neck, hard enough to make me gasp, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
For a second, we just stared at each other. His gaze devoured me. His own body was lean but heavy with muscle, scarred in a way that made him look dangerous and invincible.
He lifted me again and placed me gently onto the mattress, following me down to cover my body with his. Though we were still clothed from the waist down, he rocked against me, mimicking the act I craved with every fiber of my being.
I reached for the front clasp of my bra and flicked it open. The lacy material fell away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” he said, voice low and rough. I rolled my eyes, but secretly I loved hearing it.
He leaned down and suckled my right nipple into his mouth, the scrape of his teeth making me gasp. The room spun around me as he teased and tormented my hardened nub, sending shivers up my spine. I ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him, but he pulled back before I thought I could take it no more.
Rocky moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I arched into him. My hips rocked against his, seeking friction, seeking relief from the heat building between my legs and making my clit pulse. I felt dizzy with want.
"Rocky," I gasped, as his mouth trailed down my stomach. "Please."
He looked up, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" His voice had that edge I remembered, commanding and rough.
"Touch me," I breathed. "I need you to touch me."
His hands found the button of my jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. He slid the zipper down agonizingly slow, his eyes never leaving mine. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged, I lifted my hips to help him.
"You ever think about this?" he asked as he dragged my jeans down my legs. "About me fuckin’ you again?"
"Yes." The admission came easier than I thought it would. "More than I probably should have."
A satisfied smirk crossed his face. "Good."
He unlaced my boots and tugged them off before removing my socks and jeans. He ran his hands up my thighs, his touch feather-light. Teasing. I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin. When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, he traced the lace with maddening slowness.
"These are nice," he said, his thumb brushing over the silky fabric. “But I want them off you.”
I nodded, unable to find my words. When he hooked his fingers in the fabric at my hips, I lifted my ass again so he could slide them down my legs. Exposed to him fully, I let my legs fall open for him to look his fill at my bare pussy.
Rocky growled, a primal, possessive sound that made my thighs tremble. His eyes darkened as he stared at me like I was a feast laid out before a starving man. "Fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured, lowering himself between my legs. "Been needin’ to taste you. Never fuckin’ get enough."
My breath caught as his beard brushed against my inner thigh. I gripped the sheets, anticipating his touch, but he seemed determined to torture me first. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along my thigh, moving closer to where I needed him, then veering away.
"Goddamn it, Rocky," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Stop teasing!”
He looked up at me, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Where's the fun in that?"