Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Chapter 17
Roman
The evening air is thick with humidity, floral fragrances, and the scent of my own wanton lust. I can’t remember a time when I wanted a woman this badly. I’m fucking feral.
I open the car door for Iris, and the moment she’s standing, I pull her into a passionate kiss. Instantly, a forest fire ignites between us. With my mouth still on hers, I pull Iris up by her ass, kick the car door shut, and make my way toward the bungalow with the hottest woman alive in my arms and my mouth devouring hers.
I stagger inside with Iris wrapped around me like a baby monkey, too turned on to make it all the way into the bedroom in the back. With my heart pounding, I lay Iris down on the couch, peel down her shorts and panties, and slide my hand desperately between her legs to get a read on her. She’s already soaking wet and swollen for me—as ripe as a summer peach.
I don’t normally jump straight to fucking. Almost always, I prefer getting my partner off first as an appetizer. But today with Iris has felt like one long, mouthwatering appetizer—a sexy slow burn of foreplay that’s kept my blood at an endless simmer and my skin perpetually buzzing.
Panting with desire, I massage Iris’s hard, swollen clit around and around, and then slide my fingers in and out of her slick wetness, getting her beyond ready for my aching cock. When I can’t wait a second longer, when my blood feels on the verge of a rolling boil, I rip off the rest of Iris’s clothes and mine, get myself wrapped up tight, bend Iris over the back of the couch, and sink myself inside her from behind.
As my body stretches and fills hers, Iris lets out a sexy growl that’s nearly as loud as my own. With one hand buried in her sandy hair and the other gripping her hip bone, I fuck Iris hard, until she’s making inhuman sounds and I’m dizzy and gasping for air.
As our passion intensifies even more, I grope her neck, breasts, and nipples with one hand while rhythmically stimulating her clit with the other. And the result on Iris is so plain to surmise, I’m already on the cusp of losing it.
“He’s an idiot,” I grit out, trying desperately to hang on. “If you were mine, I’d fuck you so often, I wouldn’t have time to even think about cheating on you.” What am I saying? It’s nothing but dirty talk. The unthinking nonsense that hurtles out of a man’s mouth in the heat of the moment. But damn, that’s the first time that specific brand of unthinking nonsense has hurtled out of me. I need to get a grip on myself.
Or do I? Because in response to the crazy thing I said, Iris growls with ferocious intensity and releases an orgasm around my cock that rockets me into my own release on her heels. With a deep groan, I crumple over her back, gasping for air, as her innermost muscles ripple, warp, and squeeze all around me.
Jesus.
After catching my breath, I straighten up, pull out, and turn Iris around to face me. Rather than speaking, however, I take her face in my palms and kiss her once again. I feel addicted to this woman. I feel high. What’s happening to me?
Before I manage to speak, my phone on the floor rings with an incoming call. I’ve got my phone set to Do Not Disturb other than for calls from Cameron, my mother, and Maverick’s mother, Vanessa—so that call’s got to be from one of the three. Still breathing hard, I lurch toward the phone and make out Cameron’s name as I pick it up; but with Iris here, I let the call go to voicemail.
“That was my business partner,” I explain. “I need to call him back real quick.”
“Okay, while you do that, I’ll take a shower and get into bed to wait for round two.” Iris winks. “I swear I won’t fall asleep this time.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“After my call, we’ll order room service.”
“Yummy. Will you make me one of your famous rum punches, too?”
“You bet, baby.”
Iris bats her eyelashes as she saunters toward the bedroom. “See you soon, baby. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
As I watch her beautiful ass swish, swish, swish out of the room and disappear, I’m smiling so damned hard, my cheeks hurt. What is it about that woman that makes me feel so damned drugged? I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, if ever. Even in the midst of one of the most stressful times of my life, I feel like a carefree kid when I’m around Iris. I feel light as a feather. Giddy, like a school kid with a crush.