Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
He pulled off my jacket, dropping it to the ground at our feet. Then his fingers were at the hem of my shirt, drawing it up until it, too, was forgotten on the floor.
My barely-there leisure bra was next, the front clasp worked free, my breasts free with one flick.
A low groan built deep inside Harrison as his gaze dipped, as he took me in.
He stared so long I started to shift my feet.
But then his head dipped, his soft hair whispering over my skin as he sucked my nipple into his mouth.
My hand slapped to the back of his neck, holding him against me as he sucked and sucked and sucked until I arched into the sensation.
Then it was all tongue and teeth, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
His head shifted, lips and tongue and teeth continuing to drive my need higher.
Even the brush of his warm breath dragged like silk over bare skin—soft, slow, and too much.
“Harrison,” I whimpered.
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but he heard the need; he knew how to ease it.
His head shifted between my breasts, his lips kissing lower and lower as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
Heat pooled low in my belly, a heavy, liquid ache, as he tilted his head up, his molten gaze watching my reaction as his hands worked my button and zipper free, then dragged my pants and panties down my legs.
Once I stepped out of them, his hand glided up the back of my calf before grabbing me behind my knee and lifting my leg off the ground.
My hips arched without thinking, leaning closer, silently begging for more as he rested my leg over his shoulder.
Then he was where I needed him most, his tongue tracing up the core of me.
My breath caught and flipped, like it tripped over its own need as a shaky whimper escaped me.
My hands went to the back of his neck as his tongue started to work my clit, unraveling me with every flick.
My gasp told him where to touch, and he didn’t hesitate.
I was caught somewhere between gasping and begging, teetering on the edge of something too sharp to name as time bent, stretched, suspended, leaving me hovering in that breathless in-between.
The pleasure bloomed so violently it stole my thoughts, stripped me bare as I came apart, hips jerking, toes curling, body surrendering to the rush.
I was left gasping afterward, my muscles shaking as his head shifted, kissing my inner thigh, then moving up my belly.
I felt perfectly off-balance as the world narrowed to nothing but him.
Harrison claimed my lips again, his kiss hungrier, more demanding. And I was happy to give him whatever he wanted.
My hands moved between us, working his buttons free one by one. Then I pushed the material off his shoulders and pressed myself to his chest.
My skin pricked.
My breath caught and flipped.
It was too much, and not nearly enough.
As if sensing the thought, Harrison reached for me, turned me, pressed his chest to my back.
Then his hands were moving over me again, brushing, squeezing, flicking.
One hand slid between my thighs, thumb teasing my clit as two fingers thrust inside me.
My cry spread through my chest before bursting out—needy, desperate.
He gave me just what I needed, his fingers thrusting hard, deep, fast.
My head fell back on his shoulder, my lips pressing together, muffling my sounds.
“No,” he said, voice rough and velvety at the same time, “don’t hide it. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
A pleasant ache bloomed where restraint used to be.
And then I let him know how much I liked what he was doing, my whimpers and moans and quiet pleading filling the hallway as he kept thrusting his fingers inside me.
“Harrison, please,” I cried, reaching backward. My hand reached into his pants, closing around the hard proof of his desire and stroking him. “Please,” I begged.
A throaty groan escaped him as he reached back, fiddling with his wallet until he found protection.
I lost his fingers, but the disappointment was softened by the knowledge of getting something infinitely better.
Finished protecting us, he shifted closer. His thickness nudged me open. Then he pressed into me with a low growl that was muffled by my cry.
Every nerve screamed for more.
And he was happy to oblige, his hips dropping, then rocking back into me, making me feel each thick inch.
His hand moved between my thighs, working my clit as he moved inside me, his movements getting more insistent with each passing second.
Thinking felt optional right then, but something in me screamed that it was dangerous to want this much, to need someone so entirely.
But I had no choice but to surrender to the sensations coursing through me.
“Harrison,” I whimpered, though I didn’t know what I was asking for.
“Say my name like that again,” he demanded, his teeth nipping my earlobe.