Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Yes, sir.
A red-hot pulse beats between my thighs as I spin around, press my palms to the wall, and wait for his next move.
No job? Doesn’t matter. Car falling apart? No big deal. Who cares when I’m about to get fucked senseless?
6
COME UNDONE
SAWYER
To say it’s been a while would be an understatement.
Which means…I’m not just a hungry man. I’m starving. For her. This woman is delicious. As I sweep my nose along the back of her neck, I catch her scent again, but this time it’s not cinnamon. It’s possibly jasmine. Maybe vanilla? Fuck if I know, but these hotel scents are sexy too. Because it’s her. There’s just something about Chloe. Something that drives me wild.
I kiss the back of her neck, layering open-mouthed caresses along her soft skin as I push the strap of her dress down her shoulder while my other hand slides along the back of her leg.
She gasps, caught off guard, clearly. But in a good way, since she pushes her thigh back against my hand, seeking more contact, asking for more touch.
Fuck yes.
I cup the back of her thigh as I kiss between her shoulder blades. My fingers climb higher, traveling to her ass. I groan happily when I discover the bikini bottoms don’t quite cover it all; there’s the perfect amount of cheek. With my fingers skimming the bare underside of one, I inch closer. “You’re right. This is going to look fantastic on the floor,” I rasp.
She lets out a staggered breath all while arching into me. “Better make sure,” she says, half tease, half plea.
“Patience,” I warn, then tug up her dress, exposing her to me.
And…hell.
Those cheeks. That ass. This woman.
I run my fingers along her curves, and fuck it. I can’t resist. “I need to know something,” I whisper against her shoulder, grazing my teeth over her collarbone.
“Yes?”
“This,” I say, then slide my hand between her thighs and cup her right there. It’s instant—the discovery of her arousal.
And she knows I’ve gotten my answer as I groan, long and low and primal.
“That’s what you wanted to know?” she asks, breathless.
“Yes,” I say, dragging one finger down the panel, wet with her arousal. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart.”
“And are you going to do something about it?”
I want to do everything about it. I want to fuck her, I want to eat her, I want to finger her. I want to watch her come over and over. And maybe I’ll do all of that. “You got anyplace to be tonight?”
“Just on your face.”
I laugh, lifting my gaze toward the ceiling. “You’re fucking perfect.”
But she’s also…clear.
So I drop to my knees, tug the bikini bottoms down and off, then bark out an order. “Lift your ass up. Like you’re showing it off.”
With a sharp intake of breath, she complies, looking even sexier than I’d thought possible with her hands against the wall, and her ass high in the air.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” I say, and I’m pretty sure I’m not surprising her anymore, but I also don’t think she cares. I press my mouth to her sweet, wet pussy and kiss her wetness.
She cries out, arching and wiggling closer. She’s dripping, right on my tongue, and the taste of her short-circuits my brain. I want to spend all night with her sweetness, want to lap her up and make her sit on my face. I want to be smothered by her. I kiss her pussy so she knows. So she feels. So she understands what she’s doing to me.
And my god, Chloe seems to get my goal completely since she’s gasping, moaning, and rocking back into me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, heard, or felt. I kiss her more deeply, lapping her up until she begs me with a loud, desperate, “Stop. Please stop.”
I break contact. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Surprise me with your cock.”
“I hardly think it’ll be a surprise, since you just asked for it,” I say, but what the woman wants, the woman gets.
I rise, wiping a hand across my mouth, and grab a condom from my pocket. Once I unzip my shorts, push down my boxer briefs and roll it on, I take a beat to catch my breath. “This might be fast,” I say plainly, giving a fair warning.
“Good. Because I think I’m going to come really soon.”
“Why’d you tell me to stop then?”
“I want to come on your cock.”
Well then. “Let’s make that happen.”
After I push her dress back up, I notch the head of my cock against her slick heat, but the fabric from her dress falls again, draping across my dick. That won’t do. I push it higher, past her shoulders, exposing her back, and…holy shit.
Is that a tattoo of a dog on her right shoulder? It’s a simple line drawing of a pup, with a heart at the end of its tail. I drop my face to it and bite her there.