Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Then, without warning, his hand stills my hip, fingers biting into my leggings as his body jerks.
His abs contract against me as a guttural sound bleeds out of him, the seconds stretching on until only pulsing aftershocks remain.
It takes me a moment to register what just happened, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out the obvious.
“Did you just come…from kissing me?”
A rough sound of amusement pulls from his chest as his forehead dips against mine.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for a long time.”
“You have?”
“Yeah.” He rocks against me, still hard.
That small amount of friction reignites the ache inside me, and I’m not sure how to vocalize it, but I don’t have to.
“I want to make you come.” He teases the words against my lips.
I hum my approval, and he gives me another slow, drugging kiss before his lips trail a path down my throat. My heart thumps erratically, goosebumps skittering over me at the ghost of his touch.
With a heated slide of his hands, he drags my fuzzy sweater up and peels it off my body. A current of anticipation thrums beneath my skin as he pauses to map my soft curves, feeling every slight dip and hollow within his reach. His fingers flutter over my rib cage, seemingly fascinated by the composition as he commits the details to memory.
It’s strange, but the depth of his attention is so addictive, I’d let him measure every bone in my body if he felt like it.
He traces the hem of my cropped tank top, fingers skimming beneath it as a shiver follows in his wake. When he palms my bare breast, a shock of electricity ripples through me.
“No bra, Gabriela?”
Something dark and menacing laces his tone, like he’s both pleased and irritated by this development.
“I don’t always wear them,” I confess.
I find them uncomfortable, and my breasts aren’t huge, so I can get away with it most of the time.
“Hmm.” The sound reverberates through me before his tongue lashes my nipple.
A hushed gasp falls from my lips as my head rolls back, my fingers threading through his hair reflexively.
“You like that?” The warmth of his breath tickles my skin.
“Yes.” The word catches in my throat when he sucks me into his mouth.
My spine bows in offering—a singular thought looping through my mind. It can’t possibly get better than this. It almost feels too good to be true.
At any moment now, I’m expecting my lizard brain to surface, reminding me of my discomfort with physical touch. But he disproves that theory when he slips his hand beneath the band of my leggings and into my underwear.
His palm drifts between my thighs, and the first whisper of contact short-circuits my nervous system.
“So fucking wet for me,” he rasps.
He slides through my arousal, teasing me with a torturous pace as his thumb circles my clit. My thoughts blur at the edges as I roll my hips unconsciously, chasing the high blooming inside me.
“More?” The rough timbre of his voice scrapes over me, unraveling my self-control.
I sink my teeth into my lip, murmuring a string of nonsense. “Yes, please…thank you.”
A quiet laugh rumbles through his chest. “Okay, little shark. I’ll give you more.”
I’m embarrassingly needy, but I don’t care. After so much build up, I’m desperate for relief.
When he slowly sinks two fingers inside me, stretching me apart, I clench around him. That feeling of pressure is new to me, and it sends me spiraling when the friction of his thumb increases, exactly where I need it.
The combination makes me squirm, so much sensory overload, I’m going to burst. I feel him everywhere. The solid press of his body. His breath coasting over my skin. His scent wrapping around me.
Those details imprint on me as he whips me into a frenzy, his tongue lashing at my nipple as he works me over with his fingers. The overwhelm of the day collides with the tension in my body, awakening every nerve.
I’m strung so tight my muscles burn as I struggle to breathe. It’s too much and still not enough.
Then, all at once, it explodes, a cascade of pleasure rolling down my spine and rippling through me. The release pulls a broken sound from my lungs as endless spasms rack my body.
Eros draws it out, wringing everything from me until the last aftershock has passed. When I have nothing left to give, he releases my nipple and withdraws his fingers, leaving me boneless as I melt into the bed.
I feel like I’m floating on a cloud as I laze in the afterglow, wondering how it’s possible to experience so much bliss. If this is what it’s like for everyone, I don’t know how they ever get anything else done. But somehow, I suspect that this kind of chemistry is the exception, rather than the rule.
Eros shifts above me, pulling his hand free from my leggings. As I’m considering what the protocol is for the mess I left on him, I hear the unmistakable sound of him sucking his fingers into his mouth.