Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
It annihilated my control and I drove into her, establishing a building rhythm that caused her to arch her back and moan. I ground my hips against her and enjoyed the reverberations that rippled across her ass as our bodies slapped together. It took no time for sweat to dampen the back of my neck or for my breathing to go ragged.
Thank God Kara didn’t speak a word of German because the words tumbled from my mouth. Filthy, nasty, sexy things she’d blush to hear.
At some point I either crossed over into English, or else she grew tired of the German, because she rose up on her knees and turned her head to me.
“Would you shut up?”
I grinned and took one hand off her hip, using it to cup her breasts, then buried my face in the side of her neck to whisper more filthy things in German.
It must have been my hands on her, for her breathing changed instantly and she was trembling all over again, building toward the end.
“God, please,” she gasped, “don’t stop.”
Nothing in the world could make me, but I wanted to hear her say it. I needed her to know how much satisfaction it gave me. How much I liked hearing it. “Why?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m going to . . .”
“Tell me.”
Her eyes fell closed under my power, her face full of pure concentration. “I’m going to come.”
She was about to take me there, too. My hand crept down from her hip. She didn’t need my guidance any longer. My fingertips caressed her trembling belly, then down until I was touching her swollen clit, rubbing in time with my hurried thrusts.
“My hands are on you,” I said. “I’m so fucking hard inside you. I don’t want you to be quiet.”
She jerked at my words and cried out when her orgasm struck her, letting out a moan that was drenched in pleasure. Inside, her muscles clenched rhythmically at me, each pulse giving me an extra hit of satisfaction. There was nothing else in the world like making a woman come, and it was even better when it was her.
Kara was quaking in my arms when I drove into her a final time and heat blasted through my body, surging out along my limbs. A groan ripped from my lungs as sound faded from my ears. My orgasm was fucking intense. It was euphoria, ecstasy, and it rolled on and on and on in waves, threatening to never stop.
But eventually the pleasure began to recede.
When I released her, we collapsed forward on the bed, aftershocks from her orgasm causing her to continue to shudder. When her breathing slowed, I rose up on an elbow to kiss her—
I froze. “Did I hurt you?”
Her eyebrows tugged together. “No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She looked even more confused. “Why?”
“You can’t tell? You’re crying.”
Her hand flew up and confirmed what I’d just said. She wiped at the tears quickly as if horrified.
“I’m sorry. I don’t cry. Don’t . . .” She took a deep breath and that seemed to even her out. “It’s a physical reaction. Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean anything.”
I didn’t believe her, but I could pretend like she did.
14
KARA
While Shawn was in the bathroom, I slid off my shoes, climbed under the sheets, and pulled them tight around me. He’d shaken me to my core, and I was still trembling to prove it. What had we done? What had he done to me?
My heart refused to calm down, fluttering in my chest like a butterfly trapped beneath glass.
When he returned to the bedroom, he came to my side of the bed and yanked the sheets off, my skin instantly pebbling in the cold.
“No hiding,” he said.
“I’m not hiding.” Yet I searched for something else to cover up with. Just because we’d slept together didn’t mean I was comfortable being naked around him.
He gently pulled me up onto my knees facing him, my bare skin pressed against his. Then he kissed me. Oh, God, how he kissed me. His mouth on mine made me bold, fearless, and hungry. It was passionate. It said that the fire between us hadn’t dwindled—it was building into more.
Abruptly, he pushed me down on the bed with firm hands.
I gaped up at him. “What was that for?”
He grinned. “You don’t like it when I’m nice to you.”
His appreciative eyes wandered over every curve of my body, and I felt a blush heat my face. He was just as confident without a stitch of clothing on, and he strolled over to the mini-bar, opening a bottle of red wine.
Since he couldn’t stop me, I pulled the sheet around myself again. “For being the CEO of a beer company, you drink a lot of wine.”
“Would you like something? I’m sure the fridge is stocked with beer, but it’s not Budweiser.”