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)
His dark eyes didn’t waver. “Because I do. What the fuck are you waiting for?”
Something broke inside me, maybe the wall I’d put up to hold myself back.
I all but attacked him, climbing into his lap so I was facing him, the bourbon sloshing in the glass as I did it. When our mouths crashed together, it drove away the dark memories I’d worried would reappear if I told him. My only thought was knowing more about this man. And right this moment, that meant knowing what he tasted like.
Bourbon.
And sex.
His hands were tight on my waist as we kissed, and his mouth was hot. Urgent. Greedy. His tongue dipped inside my mouth and caused electricity to flow down to the center between my legs. The heat of it made me grind against his lap, which sent more sparks of pleasure darting through my body.
Shit, I wanted him like nothing else.
I clutched the glass of bourbon in one hand, but burrowed the other up under his shirt, skimming my fingertips over the smooth skin that was decorated with scars, covering the hardened muscle beneath. The rapid thump in his chest mimicked mine and was proof we were alive.
Fuck, I hadn’t felt this alive in years.
My breathing had gone so ragged, I’d had to pause the kiss, but he continued. He tilted his head so his lips could travel down the side of my neck and suck on the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Your hair,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. “The color looks good on you.”
It was like he’d figured out what his compliments did to me, and now he wasn’t playing fair. I was off balance and veering toward free-fall. So, I straightened and leaned back in his lap, putting space between us. I did it to try to get a handle on myself but pretended it was only so I could take another sip from my glass.
I stared down, drinking in the sight of Ethan just as much as my bourbon. His strong jaw was dark with stubble, and his eyes were hazy with desire, and the craving I had for him was brutal. When I tried to set the glass down on the coffee table behind me, he sat up, took it from me, and drained the rest of it in one large swallow.
The glass thudded loudly against the wood of the tabletop as he plunked it down, and as soon as his hands were free, he grasped the hem of my shirt. I was barely able to lift my arms in time as he stripped it off and flung it aside.
Then his fingers curled around one of the straps of my bra and tugged it from my shoulder, peeling a bra cup down until my breast was exposed.
But only for a second, because his hand covered my bare skin, gripping me. Squeezing and caressing and making the need inside me acute. I set a hand behind me on his knee and arched my back into his touch, encouraging him.
He let out a sound of approval, a deep groan from his chest, and it was so sexy, I shivered.
The lights were on, and I was nearly topless, and yet . . . the anxiety about my scarred back was nowhere to be found.
It was a thousand degrees in the room when he dropped his head and latched his mouth around my nipple. The swirl of his tongue, the gentle pull of suction . . . it fogged my brain. It made my fingers clumsy as I undid the latch on my bra, but eventually the band sprung free and I pulled it from my body. Before it hit the floor, he had a hand on my other breast.
His grip was firm, and his thumb flicked over my hardened nipple, all while his mouth teased the other. I wove my fingers through his hair, holding his head in place as he feasted on me. My heart raced. My skin flushed. I fell deeper under his spell.
He used his hold to push my breasts together, allowing him to drag the tip of his tongue across my skin, gliding from one nipple to the other and back again.
It felt so good, but getting to watch him do it too? It left me breathless.
He sucked, hollowing his cheeks, and I felt the pull of it everywhere, but strongest between my legs. I ached for satisfaction, so I rocked my hips, grinding against the bulge that was growing hard beneath the fly of his pants. The rub of my body against his was so pleasurable, we gasped together.
I did it again, and again, and again—
His hands abandoned my bare breasts so he could capture my waist and lock me in place. “Fuck,” he growled. “You want me to come in my pants?”