Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Ah, so he’s alive,” I tease, reaching for the corner of the flower-patterned blanket.
With a quiet laugh, I slide under the covers and press my body against Tony’s, fighting back a moan as his warm, rock-hard chest presses against my bare breasts. My nipples instantly harden, the tight buds springing against the soft feathering of hair on his glorious chest.
I swing one leg over his muscular thighs, hoping the heat from my aching pussy might jumpstart his sluggish brain into action. But he remains motionless. The room is still bathed in darkness, and though I can barely see his face, it’s obvious he’s in a seriously deep sleep.
“I see how it is,” I grumble, starting to get annoyed. “Fine. You want me to raise you from the dead? How’s this?”
I place my hand directly on his crotch, a little surprised when I don’t find the cotton barrier of his briefs. Since when does Tony sleep in the buff?
Not that I mind.
As a lazy heat begins dancing through my veins, I drag my index finger along the length of his shaft. Like his chest, it’s rock-hard, and…bigger? No, it can’t be.
I run my finger over the tip of his cock, feel the drop of moisture there, and smile as a groan breaks through the silence. Finally. Signs of life.
His massive erection tells me he’ll be getting into the swing of things soon, and I’m right. The second I squeeze his shaft, one powerful arm slides out and pulls me closer. I’m suddenly crushed in his embrace, his cock still in my hand, while a pair of warm lips seeks mine out in the darkness.
His kiss steals the breath from my lungs and makes me gasp against his hot mouth. There’s nothing soft or gentle about it, just a greedy devouring, the hungry thrusts of his tongue, the sting of his teeth as he bites my lower lip.
When did Tony start kissing like this?
And why hadn’t he done it sooner?
The intensity of his kisses causes me to drop my hand from his erection. All I can do is lose myself in the delicious sensations his mouth and tongue create in my body. Limbs turning to jelly. Moisture pooling between my legs. Nipples so tight it’s almost painful.
A fire hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced sweeps over me. Crackling when he bites my lip again. Hissing when he cups a breast.
And then he slips one finger into my sopping wet pussy and I’m shocked to feel the ripples of an impending orgasm rising to the surface.
Holy shit.
I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip, trying to stop the climax. It’s too fast, too soon.
How is this possible?
I’ve slept with this guy dozens of times before, so why is my entire body swarming with unfamiliar sensations?
I pry open my eyelids, hoping that if our gazes lock, I might make sense of it. I squint, blinking as I search his face in the dark, and then wonder why his features look more…rugged.
My gaze drifts lower and settles on his arm—is that a tattoo? When did Tony get himself inked?
And why isn’t he tanned? He just came from Aruba, so really, he should have a—
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” rasps a sleepy voice.
I bolt up as if someone just shoved a ten-thousand-volt wire up my spine.
Why don’t I recognize his voice?
As a steady stream of panic rushes up my throat, I gape at the dark head beside me and repeat his question in my disorientated brain.
What’s the matter?
I’m in bed with a stranger.
4
Ben
I wake up with a jolt, sucked out of my dream thanks to a shrill female yelp.
Christ, that dream. It rivaled the one I had back in the ninth grade, that really awesome one where I fondled Cindy Mason’s Double-D’s. There were no Double-D’s in this one, but a pair of delectable C’s, and a female body with more curves than a lush valley. A hot mouth with an eager tongue. A tight wet pussy—
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
The mortified voice thrusts me into a fully conscious state. As I quickly collect my bearings, I glance over and see that it was all real. There’s a gorgeous redhead in bed with me, as naked as I am—and she looks horrified.
“What the fuck…?” I blink a few times and finally force my hand to reach for the lamp on the nightstand.
As a pale yellow glow falls over the hotel room, I direct my gaze to the stranger next to me. She has green eyes, really pretty green eyes, despite the fact that they’re swimming with fear. Her cheeks are as red as her hair, and when I look farther south, I see a crimson flush has spread over her very perky, very bare tits.
The redhead catches me staring and lets out another yelp, quickly pulling the bedcovers up to her chin to shield her nudity. Her domination of the blanket, however, leaves me fully exposed, and I sigh when I notice I’m still rocking the boner of all boners.