Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I could fuck any puck bunny that walked into Scythe, but I wanted to make love to my wife. God, I hoped she was close to understanding that because I was close to not caring anymore.
“The point is?” I slid my hands to her bare knees.
“It’s the kitchen, Axel.” She raised her eyebrows at me.
“I’m well aware.” I sent my hands up her legs until I reached the hem of her dress. Then I slid them farther, until I felt the soft skin of her upper thighs. “You think it gets too messy? I mean, I never really took you for a bedroom-only girl. Or an in-the-box girl, really.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not a prude if that’s what you’re implying. How could I be when I’ve been trying to jump you since we said ‘I do’ ?” She gasped and looked at her wrist, where the ice cream she’d forgotten to eat had melted down the spoon and assaulted her skin.
“I don’t think you’re a prude.” I bent my head, my eyes still locked with hers, and licked her wrist clean, then stole what hadn't melted at the end of the spoon. “I think you haven’t had sex good enough to make you not care where you are.”
Her lips pursed. “I’ve had good sex. But trust me, no sex is good enough to make me forget that this is the counter I bake cupcakes on. There’s just a place for these things, Axel.”
I almost laughed, because Langley barely cooked, let alone baked. She was all work, the same as me, but keeping my body fit was one of my work priorities, so most of that fell to me.
“I can see your point.” I leaned in and placed a kiss at the corner of her jaw. Damn, she smelled good, all citrus and rain. “I mean, it can get pretty messy when you do it right.”
Her head rolled back, and the spoon clattered to the granite when I kissed a path down her neck, toward where the top of her dress tied. “Is that right?” Her hands met the granite as she braced her weight behind her slightly.
My hands moved, and she gasped as if she’d forgotten that I’d left them on her thighs. I sent my thumb to trace the line of her thong and her hips jerked when I followed it from the top of her thigh all the way to her opening.
“Axel,” she said on a sigh as my lips passed over hers.
We’d been on a date tonight, and dates ended with a goodnight kiss, right? Right.
“I bet if I move this aside, I’ll find you wet and ready for me, wouldn’t I?” I asked, running my thumb over her clit and pressing slightly through the fabric.
“Yes,” she admitted, her hips rocking.
“But you wouldn’t be wet enough,” I whispered, kissing the side of her mouth. “Not until you’re dripping and mindless.”
“Axel, please,” she whimpered, her hips moving against my hand.
I moved her thong to the side and put my fingers on her. She was already wet, slick, and so fucking soft that I almost lost it. Almost forgot that her body wasn’t my endgame, her heart was.
She jolted upright with a cry. One of her hands untied the leather strap that held my hair, and the other gripped the back of my neck. “Oh my God.”
“Hold tight,” I ordered, then abandoned her willing flesh so I could get ahold of her ass. She had a thing against kitchens? I’d show her they were one of the best places to fuck, but not tonight. I had to conquer Langley like I did every other obstacle in my life. One. Bite. At. A. Time.
“I didn’t want to stop,” she admitted, kissing my neck.
“We’re not,” I promised. “I owe my wife a goodnight kiss.”
She practically purred. “I like the sound of that.”
I carried her through our kitchen and into our den, laying her on the wide, soft, leather couch that we spent our evenings on. Then I braced my weight on my forearm as I settled between her thighs and kissed her breathless.
It started sweet and soft, then moved to deep and hot. I thrust my tongue against hers, dipping in swirls and lighter touches until she yanked at my hair to pull me deeper. I gave the woman what she wanted, inhaling her moans even as I coaxed them from her lips.
My hand journeyed from her raised knee to her inner thigh, and then over the soaked fabric of her panties. I sat up long enough to pull the white scrap of lace down her thighs, over her knees, and past her shoes until they landed on the floor.
Her eyes widened and darkened, her breath coming in little pants as I tested my face. I’d shaved throughout preseason as was my tradition, and I’d do so until we won our first regular season game. Yep, the skin was still smooth. Perfect for inner thighs.