Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
It’s not a question. He’s telling me that he understands that even here, in this private moment between us, he knows my son is my first priority. Always.
I nod. “He’s a deep sleeper, but yeah.”
A wicked grin steals across his lips. “Challenge accepted. Be quiet for me, Briar. No matter what, ’kay?” Before I can answer, he cups my jaw and covers my mouth with his, the kiss instantly heated.
We’ve wanted this. For too long.
God, I went years without sex, so busy and distracted by my life that I didn’t even masturbate for months at a time. But one time with Dominic and I’m a sex-starved lunatic for him. I want to feel what he does to me. I want to make him crazy for me. I want us both to experience that rush again.
My hands find his chest, where I trace the hard planes of his muscles before moving lower, over the solid expanse of his abdomen. Dom’s body is made for violent power, and I love the feel of him beneath my fingertips, especially the way he clenches in response to my touch. Despite the intense, barely restrained need I sense in him, his touch is pure, gentle reverence as he runs his hands over me, exploring my curves and leaving heat in his wake.
He snakes his hands under the gown to find my breasts and massages them, plucking at my hardened nipples. Wanting to be helpful, I move to take the shirt off but he stops me. The devil in his eyes, he shakes his head. “I’m gonna fuck you with it on.”
Uhm, what?
But the playful look he gives me has me nodding like a robot. “Oh, okay.”
With a dark chuckle, he lifts his hips and sends me flying. I land on the bed on my back with my legs askew. He catches one calf, holding it in the air and tells me, “The socks too.”
I giggle, thinking he can’t be serious. But he is. So very serious.
He presses kisses up my leg, the first one on top of the socks, but very quickly finding my bare skin. Who knew kisses on the inner bit of my knees could be so hot? Not me, obviously. But then his mouth moves higher . . . making his way up my thigh, moving from one leg to the other while pressing them open, wider and wider to make space for his broad shoulders between them. The room’s cool air blows over my bare, wet center, chilling me, and goose bumps break out over my flesh.
“Cold?” Dom murmurs.
Yes, but also no. I’m cold and hot. Every sensation feels overwhelming in the best way. I shake my head. “Just need . . .”
I don’t want to say it. I’ve never once asked for anything in the bedroom. Ever. In my life. It wouldn’t have mattered if I had asked. But now, everything is different. Dom will care. He’ll want to give me what I want. I writhe unconsciously, unable to stop it even if I wanted to. My body is searching for Dom’s—his fingers, his mouth, his dick. Anything to relieve this ache at my core.
“Yes?”
Hesitantly, I whisper, “You. Touch me, please.”
“It’d be a damn honor,” he replies before his hands splay me open even more, exposing my most vulnerable of parts to his gaze. He groans quietly before laying a soft kiss right over my clit. It feels like a greeting of sorts, a promise to take care of me, a vow to give me pleasure, but it’s not enough. I’m so aroused, I need more . . . now.
I whimper, my hips lifting of their own volition, searching . . . searching. After a yearning, torturous trio of heartbeats, Dominic finally licks my clit with a long, slow stroke that drags the full length of his tongue. I cry out as a shudder works through my whole body from just the singular lick.
“Shh,” Dominic reminds me.
Was I loud? I glance at the closed door, but hear nothing outside. When I look back at Dominic, he has hunger in his eyes and, keeping them locked on me, he licks me again. Okay, feeling him do that is one thing. Watching him, watch me while he does it? Another thing entirely. It’s a different type of vulnerability. A different type of sexy.
I let my head fall back to the bed, my eyes fluttering closed as he overwhelms my entire being with the magic he’s doing. His mouth and tongue worship my clit, one finger and then two sliding inside me, petting that spot he found, and his other hand works its way up to my breast, where he plucks at my nipple.
The pulsing, throbbing pleasure coursing through my body is immense and all-encompassing. I lose all sanity. All respect for what is polite and proper flies out the window. I grip Dominic’s head, my fingers threaded into his hair, and I hold him to me. Not that he’s trying to get away. In fact, he’s pinned one of my legs beneath his arm, not letting me move except to buck my hips against his evil tongue. But I’m chasing the release he promised with that first sweet kiss.