Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
The sight of her bare flesh drove me crazy with lust. She was so undeniably sexy and gorgeous, it was hard to catch my breath. I plucked the condom from the wrapper when she offered it to me, and I worked to put it on. It was a goddamn miracle my hands were steady because inside I was desperate.
Then I moved over her, my knees between her parted legs, and lowered in so I could kiss her. It was urgent, maybe even frenzied, because her soft, warm skin flattened against mine made my head buzz. I reached between us, positioning myself and began to push my hips forward.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned.
The hit of pleasure was immediate, even when I was barely inside her.
Her long fingers curled on my arms, holding on to me, and her silky legs wrapped around my hips. I advanced slowly, forcing myself to control my breathing. She was so fucking snug and hot, I closed my eyes for a moment to focus on the sensation.
I slid further, pressed deeper, not stopping until I was buried as far as she could take me. She gasped, letting out a sound of choked pleasure. “Nathan.”
The name caught me unprepared and I froze, my eyes popping open. I fucking despised the falseness of it when our connection was so acute.
My aversion did not go unnoticed because her expression hardened.
“Tell me your real name,” she demanded.
“It’s Nathan.”
“Liar.” Ankles locked behind my back, holding me to her when I moved to retreat. “Tell me.”
Instead, I withdrew a few inches and sank back into her body again. I watched pleasure twist on her face. Just that tiny sliver of movement was so satisfying, every part of me was hungry for more. And clearly it was the same for her, yet she turned her head when I went in for a kiss.
“Tell me,” she ordered, this time with a distinct edge of anger.
“I already did.” My hips surged forward, and our moans mingled together.
“Your name,” she threatened, “or we can stop what we’re doing.”
She seemed to be able to tell when I lied to her, but the good news was I could do the same with her. This was most definitely a bluff.
“You’re saying you don’t want me to do this?” My thrust was deep and hard, and she gasped again with satisfaction. Her body completely betrayed her, and I threatened to give her what she claimed to want. “You want to stop?”
“I just want . . . your name.” My movement seemed to make it difficult for her to speak. “I won’t tell anyone . . . good at keeping secrets.”
“Yeah? What kind of secrets are you keeping, Olivia?”
“I’ve got plenty, Nathan.”
“Goddamn it.” I drove into her now. One of my hands found its way to her breasts since I couldn’t keep my damn hands off her. Her hips shifted and her legs pulled me deeper still, and all of her skin pressed against mine.
Was it cruel to withhold the name of the man who was inside her?
“Tell me,” she said on every one of my thrusts. “Tell me . . . tell me . . .”
It tumbled from my mouth. “Ethan.”
Her victorious smile was irritating and sexy. “Was that so hard?”
“Yes,” I growled. Annoyed and unbelievably turned on. “Yes, I’m very hard.”
I slammed into her and was rewarded with a moan from her that was filled with desperation. Begging for release. Which was good because that was exactly what I wanted. I drove into her, fucking her into the mattress. She was wild, bucking beneath me. Nails dug into my back.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes.”
My breath came and went through clenched teeth, and my only thought was holding back until I could get her there. Her eyes fell closed and her face was pure concentration. I took her hands, laced our fingers together, and held them above her head, pinned to the sheets.
“Ethan,” she cried, seizing violently, coming all around me.
Jesus, I hadn’t heard a woman say my real name during sex in at least a decade. And it was in her voice. It triggered my release. Pleasure rose and crashed through me, rolling on and on as if it were never going to stop.
It did, eventually.
When I realized she was trapped beneath me, our hands still entwined, I tried to release her, but her grip tightened to prevent it. Like she wanted me to hold her close. Like she wasn’t ready for it to be over.
My heart, which was already pounding in my chest, raced even faster.
But then she reluctantly released me.
I cupped her face and kissed her. Slow. Passionate and tender. And it terrified me.
My back was cool against the sheets and her body hot against mine when she tucked herself beside me. Her forehead pressed against the side of my neck, both of us covered in a thin layer of sweat and our damp skin stuck together.