Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
I turned around to face him and unhooked the corseted bustier one blessed hook at a time before letting it fall to the floor.
His eyes raked over my body for a long moment before he rushed me, grabbing me around the waist, and we tumbled into bed together as our lips connected. He nestled between my legs, and my arms wound around his neck, my legs around his waist. And when he shifted his hips, I felt the tip of him press against the center of me.
“Oh God, Bodie,” I breathed. “Get your fucking pants off.”
I scrabbled for his jeans that hung half off his ass, sliding them down enough to hook my foot in the crotch to push them the rest of the way until he was blissfully naked and lying on top of me.
He hummed against my neck, teasing me, as he moved down my body to my breasts. For a long minute, he cupped one, closing his lips over my tight nipple, sliding the barbell back and forth with his tongue, the sensation sending a pulse directly to my aching clit.
“Fuck, Bodie. Please.”
He ran his teeth across the tip of my nipple, sending another shock down my spine as he brought his body to mine. And, when he pressed his wide crown against me, my breath froze in my lungs.
He propped himself up, his lids heavy. And when he moved, when he filled me up until he couldn’t get any deeper, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
His hips rolled like he knew my body, rocking against my piercing exactly where I needed, pressing against my clit, hitting me in the perfect spot, inside and out, with every pump of his hips. He stayed propped up, somehow maintaining his cool while I wriggled underneath him like my body wasn’t my own.
With every slow wave of his body, I lost my mind a little more with no idea what to do with myself. The whole thing happened in bursts — his hand on my breast, kneading and toying with my nipple ring; his thighs pushing my legs open wider so he could get deeper; his lips on mine, not that I could kiss him back. Because I felt the orgasm building, the heat of it deep inside me, spreading through me, and when he took my nipple between his teeth and hummed, my body didn’t know what else to do but explode. My heart, my legs, my arms, my pussy — everything flew apart and back together, pulsing and squeezing as I breathed his name on a loop.
I barely registered him coming — I was too high from what he’d done to me — but I could feel his fingers in my hair, the sting as he pulled, exposing my neck, making a space to bury his head as his body rocked, slamming into me with a guttural noise that made what was left of my insides turn into mush.
All I could hear was my panting and the thundering of my heart in my ears, a steady da-dum that matched the feeling of Bodie’s heartbeat against my breasts. I was surrounded by him — his arms bracketing my head, his face in the curve of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair, his body pressing me into the bed — and it was absolutely and utterly glorious.
It was the feeling I lived for, everything I wanted. Who needed love when you could just have the good? The rush, the easy rightness of being together without demand? Love only complicated things, weighing down the good until the high was gone. I never wanted the high to end.
After a little while, he shifted his face to kiss my neck, sending a warm tingle up to my ear and down to my nipple like some sort of sorcery. I smiled out of sheer instinct from the sensation, bending my neck to press my cheek to his head.
“Mmm,” he rumbled.
I clenched around him, still inside of me, and he twitched in answer.
“Seriously, where have you been hiding?” My voice was rough and lazy against his ear.
Bodie kissed my skin again. “LA. I’ve only been here a week.”
He twisted, rolling us onto our sides so he could pull out, leaving me empty. I didn’t like it, not one bit.
“What brought you?” I asked, propping my head on my hand to admire his back as he turned away.
He sat on the edge of the bed and cleaned himself up. “I got laid off.”
“Oh God. I’m sorry.”
He smiled over his shoulder at me. “Don’t be. That just made the move about a hundred times more worthwhile.”
I smirked as he lay back down next to me, mirroring my posture. “So, what did you do?”
“I was a software engineer for a start-up that was bought out. They canned all of us and replaced us with their own people.”