Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
"Sadie," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."
She pulls back enough to look at me, her breathing fast. Her hands are fisted in my shirt. "I want this. I want you. All of you."
That’s all I need. I kiss her again, deeper, my tongue sliding against hers while my hands move down her sides. The thin fabric of her sundress is soft under my palms. I find the hem and slide my hands underneath, palms skimming up the warm, smooth skin of her thighs. Fuck me. She’s not wearing anything underneath the dress. The realization crashes over me and I groan into her mouth.
"Fuck, you’re not wearing any panties," I say against her neck, nipping at the spot that makes her shiver. "Have you been like this all night? Walking around with me, holding my hand, knowing I could’ve touched you anytime?"
She laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a gasp when my fingers brush higher. "Maybe. Maybe I wanted you to find out."
I pull back enough to gaze at her. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from kissing, hair messy from my hands. She’s the woman who’s been living in my thoughts since the day we met. "You’re going to be the death of me, Wells."
I lift her then, hands under her thighs, and she wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation. I carry her down the short hall to the bedroom, kissing her the whole way. The feel of her body against mine, the way she clings to me, the soft sounds she makes every time I squeeze her thighs. It’s almost too much.
I set her down on the edge of the bed and step back long enough to pull my shirt over my head. She watches me with dark eyes, then reaches for the straps of her dress. I stop her with a hand on her wrist.
"Let me," I say. My voice comes out lower than I expect. "I want to unwrap you."
She nods, and I take my time. I slide one strap down her shoulder, then the other, letting the dress fall to her waist. Her breasts are bare underneath, and the sight of them in the soft light from the bedside lamp makes my mouth go dry. I cup them in my palms, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she arches into my touch with a throaty moan.
"You’re so fucking pretty," I tell her, because it’s true and because I want her to hear it. "Every inch of you. I’ve been thinking about this since this afternoon. Since I had you coming on my tongue."
I lean down and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently while my hand teases the other. Her fingers thread through my hair, holding me there. The sound of her breathing fills the room. I switch sides, lavishing attention on her other breast until she’s squirming on the bed.
"Jace," she says, voice breathless. "Please."
I smile against her skin and push the dress the rest of the way down her legs, tossing it aside. She’s completely bare now, and I take a moment to study her. The way the light plays across her skin. The curve of her waist. The long line of her legs. The way she’s already wet for me, glistening in the dim light.
I drop to my knees between her thighs and look up at her. "I want to taste you again. Can I?"
She nods, biting her lip, and I don’t wait. I lean in and drag my tongue through her wetness, slow and deliberate. She tastes incredible, and I give her one lick through her wetness. Fuck me. She moves her hips, and I smile against her soft skin. I keep sucking and licking and then stare up at her.
"You’re so wet for me," I say. "So ready. I love how responsive you are. Every sound you make, every time you move your hips like that. It’s driving me crazy."
I crawl back up her body and kiss her. She reaches between us and palms me through my jeans, and I groan at the contact.
"Off," she says, tugging at my belt. "I want to feel you."
I strip the rest of the way in record time, grabbing a condom from my wallet and settle between her thighs again. The feel of her bare skin against mine is almost overwhelming. She watches as I slide the condom over my thick cock. I kiss her deeply while my hand slides between us, lining myself up. I pause at her entrance, looking into her eyes.
"Tell me again," I say. "Tell me you want this."
"I want you," she whispers, her hands sliding up my back. "Inside me. Now."
I push in slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. The feel of her tight heat around me is incredible. I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then. She feels as if she was made for me. When I’m fully seated I pause, forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard.