Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Alex pulls back, his gaze locked on mine as his hand finds the zipper of my dress.
"This okay, Em?"
I nod so hard I'm pretty sure I look like a bobblehead. "Very okay. Extremely okay."
A flicker of amusement crosses his face before he drags the zipper down. I lift my hips to help him slide the dress off, and then I'm lying there in just my crimson red bra and underwear.
I honestly struggled to convince myself to buy expensive lingerie yesterday, since I (or hopefully Alex) would just take it off. But right now, as Alex pins me with a hot gaze that makes my core clench, I realize every dollar was definitely worth it.
But then…
Like a douse of ice-cold water over my head, reality crashes in.
I'm not model-thin.
I have soft places and curves that don't match magazine covers. My thighs are too thick, and I have a tiny pouch in my lower belly. For a second, I want to cover myself and cross my arms over my stomach.
But the way Alex is looking at me...
"You're beautiful," he says. "Please don't hide from me, Em. Never hide from me. I want to see all of you. Every single inch."
His hand traces my collarbone, then down the valley between my breasts, over my stomach. My skin pebbles in the wake of his touch, goosebumps rise despite the warmth of the room. When his fingers hook under the band of my bra, I arch my back in silent permission.
He unclasps it with impressive efficiency (honestly, I'm taking notes, like, where did he get this experience), and then it's gone, and his eyes darken even further as he takes me in.
"Even better than I imagined."
His mouth replaces his hand, kissing down my neck, my collarbone, the top of my breast. When his lips close around my nipple, I let out a low, long moan. His tongue circles the sensitive peak, rolls the nipple between his lips, and then he sucks. It's hard enough to make me gasp, but gentle enough to leave me desperate for more.
He gives the other breast the same attention as his free hand kneads the one he just abandoned, and I squirm beneath him, my fingers digging into his biceps. Well, they would dig in if his biceps were not carved from marble. I need something, anything, more than this exquisite torture.
"God, Alex…"
He lifts his head and smirks. "You wrote something in that card."
Remember that thing about my brain cells withering and dying? Well, they're still apparently dead because I can't remember exactly what I wrote. There was a lot. Most of it inappropriate. All of it filthy.
"I-I wrote a lot of things, Alex. Too much. Which one are you talking about?"
Alex moves lower, pressing kisses down my stomach, positioning himself between my legs. He runs his hand along the expanse of my thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there.
"About my mouth."
Which one? What is he…oh, shit, yes!
The last of my coherent thoughts completely evaporates as he settles between my legs, his breath hot against the inside of my thigh.
"You wanted to know if I'd take my time or be efficient," he growls, his voice deepening.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "And?"
His mouth touches my inner thigh—not quite a kiss, more a brush of lips—and the scratch of his stubble against sensitive skin makes me gasp. "Guess you're about to find out."
Alex's thumbs trace the edge of my underwear, and I have to fight the urge to buck my hips and beg him to touch my pussy. But God, he takes his sweet time while I'm over here, almost mad with lust.
He does the same to my other thigh, and I make a sound that's definitely not human, sounding almost like Croissant.
"You mentioned this, too," he says against my skin. "How my stubble would feel here."
I manage a shaky nod. "It's … yes, that's—"
His fingers hook into my underwear, dragging them down agonizingly slowly, and then they're gone, and I'm completely naked under his gaze.
I expect him to rush now. To give in to the hunger I see in his eyes. Instead, he continues his torturous pace, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, moving closer to my pussy.
By the time his mouth finally, finally makes contact, I'm trembling, anticipation coiled so tight in my belly I think I might snap.
The first drag of his tongue along my slit has me seeing stars. My hips buck off the bed involuntarily, and his hands immediately grip them, pressing me back down. "Don't move, Em."
I try to obey. I really do. But my body has other ideas, especially when his tongue flattens against me, taking long, firm strokes that have my thighs quivering on either side of his head.
One of my hands fists the sheets, the other reaches for his hair. When my fingers tangle in the dark strands, tugging slightly, he groans against me—the vibration making me cry out.