Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She cried out, muffling the sound with her hand, and I worked her nipple harder, lashing her with my tongue and scraping my teeth over the sensitive peak before switching my attention to her other breast. Fuck me, she was absolutely exquisite.
Her hips rocked, and still, I withheld my touch.
“Asher,” she begged.
“Tell me I can touch you.” I grazed my fingers over that soaking wet patch of satin.
“Yes. Touch me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me,” she said, her eyes lust-glazed as they locked with mine.
I swept her panties to the side and stroked her from entrance to clit. “You’re already so damned slick for me, aren’t you, love?”
“Yes!” she gasped, her hips arching to follow my fingers.
“I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.” I brushed a kiss over her chest, her neck, her lips. “But for now, my fingers will do.” I thrust one inside her and she mewed, two, and she moaned into my mouth. “No one is going to come back here, Daisy,” I promised her. “But I wonder if they’ll hear you come?”
Her eyes flew open, and I smiled, working my fingers just like I would my cock, with slow, hard thrusts. I brought my thumb to her clit and circled the little nub, feeling it swell for me.
“I can’t wait to taste you here,” I stroked upward, curling my fingers to stimulate every inch.
“That—” she gasped as I strummed over her clit with my thumb. “Mouth,” she groaned. “I never would have taken you for a talker, Asher Silas.” Her words were punctuated with moans and keening little cries as I worked her higher, driving her toward her orgasm without mercy.
“You’ve never heard me in the bedroom, Daisy Lewis.” I lowered my chest so her nipples caught the friction of my shirt as I kissed her deep and hard, fucking her with my fingers. My dick screamed at me to be let in on the action, but I ignored him.
When I finally took Daisy, it would be in a bed where I could flip her into any position I wanted, in a room where she could scream out her pleasure time and again. I was good at waiting for exactly what I wanted, and she was more than worth the wait.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, glancing at the way her curls fanned out around her. “So responsive. And so. Fucking. Hot.” I curled my fingers again, and she tightened beneath me. “You’re going to grip me so tight when I finally get to fuck you.”
Her pussy rippled around my fingers and her thighs started to tremble.
I rubbed at her clit harder, the flesh slick from her own desire, and finally gave her the pressure she needed.
I covered her mouth with mine and she flew apart, coming with a stuttered gasp and a moan I swallowed, her walls contracting around my fingers as I stroked her through the orgasm. Over and over her body arched up for mine as the waves took her.
Only when they subsided did I slip my fingers from the heaven I’d found.
Her eyes were sleepy and sated, but they widened as I brought those two fingers to my lips just like she’d written in her book, then licked them clean.
“Holy fucking hot,” she whispered.
“So sweet.” The taste of her was completely, utterly addictive.
“Mr. Silas, just letting you know that you should buckle in,” the captain said through the speakers. “We should be on the ground in about five minutes.”
I slid off of Daisy, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I pushed the little button on the table beside me. “Thanks for letting us know, Curtis. We’ll fasten in.”
Daisy scurried into a sitting position, staring at me like she’d never seen me before.
I planned on seeing much, much more of her.
* * *
The tiny, exclusive resort Weston had chosen was an hour from the airport, and I’d caught Daisy nodding off more than once. A hard day of travel and a good orgasm would make anyone tired, but me? I was fucking wired.
I wanted her.
I’d known that before I’d ever put my hands on her, but now? Want wasn’t even the right word. I craved her. I needed her. I required her. I had to fucking have her.
I’d put myself in a position I avoided at all costs, one where I couldn’t control the outcome of a situation.
We pulled into the resort as the sun went down, and attendants raced out to take our bags just as Weston came through the doors of the lobby. The air was thick with humidity and lush vegetation hid the moon, but not the sound of waves crashing on the beach.
“You’re finally here!” He grabbed me in for a hug, smacking my back. “And you must be Daisy.” He grinned.
“Do not charm her.” I arched a brow.