Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I turned to face him, and that’s when Simon stopped being a gentleman.
He backed me into the nearest wall so fast I gasped, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was hard and hungry and utterly demanding. His hands were everywhere—sliding up my sides, tugging at the hem of my jersey, then pulling it over my head and tossing it aside before I could even catch my breath.
I returned the favor with equal urgency, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The fabric parted and I pushed it off his shoulders, my palms finally connecting with the hard planes of his chest.
God. He was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. All lean muscle and warm skin, his abs tensing beneath my exploring fingers. I traced every ridge, every contour, while he continued to kiss me until my lips felt swollen and bruised in the best possible way.
His hands found the clasp of my bra, and within seconds it joined my shirt on the floor. His fingers quickly went to my jeans, working the button and zipper and impatiently shoving the denim down my hips and legs until I could kick it away.
I stood before him in nothing but my panties, breathing hard, my entire body thrumming with need as Simon’s gaze raked over me. Slow, appreciative, hungry. His hands followed suit, fondling my full breasts and lightly pinching my nipples before reverently trailing his fingers along the dip of my waist and the curve of my hips. Then his hands were on my ass, gripping firmly as he lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, loving the feel of his solid, bare chest against my sensitive nipples, and shivering as his hard length pressed against my aching pussy through the thin barriers of our remaining clothes.
“Bedroom?” His voice was a husky, demanding rasp.
“End of the hall,” I managed, then lost the ability to speak as I buried my face in his neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin there. A deep growl erupted from his chest, his fingers digging into my thighs as he carried me through the apartment.
We made it to my bedroom, and Simon lowered me onto the mattress with surprising gentleness. I settled back against the pillows, watching as he stripped off his jeans, then his black boxer briefs. I felt my nipples tighten at the sight of him, and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through me as I took in the thick, mouth-watering length of his jutting cock.
Simon crawled onto the bed, his movements slow—a little predatory, and deliberate. His fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and dragged them down my legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor.
Then he pushed my legs wide apart and I shamelessly let them fall open.
A low, tortured groan escaped him when he saw how wet I already was. “Christ, Raina.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss just above my knee. Soft. Almost reverent. Then his mouth began to trail higher, creating a path of fire along the inside of my thigh. My breath came faster with every inch he traveled, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
When he finally reached my pussy, I was vibrating with need.
His tongue swept through my folds in one long, devastating stroke, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. He responded by gripping my thighs and holding me open, spreading me wider for his mouth.
There was nothing tentative about the way he pleasured me. He devoured me like a man starving, his tongue circling my clit before dipping lower. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stroking and curling against that perfect spot. I was shameless in my response—writhing beneath him, my hips rising to meet every movement of his mouth.
One of my hands fisted in the comforter. The other found his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as I held on for dear life.
“Simon—” His name tore from my throat, half plea, half prayer.
He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. Those two fingers pumped inside me while his tongue worked my clit with ruthless precision, and I felt the orgasm building, a wave cresting higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go but over.
I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, rolling in waves that seemed to go on forever. I heard myself crying out, felt my body arching off the bed, but everything had narrowed to the blinding sensation of release. Simon worked me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks rippled through me, until I lay boneless and panting for breath on the sheets.
But I wasn’t sated. Not even close. I wanted Simon inside me.
He seemed to understand, because he was already kissing his way up my body, his mouth warm and damp against my trembling skin. He paused at my breasts, lavishing attention on each one in turn. His tongue circled my nipple before his lips closed around it, sucking gently, then harder. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, and I gasped, my back arching into him.