Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
But he could feel, hear and see her chasing an orgasm when her moves became more frantic, the symphony of sounds rising from her lips reverberated around them. And the way her pussy milked his cock…
Damn.
He needed to get her there and do it quickly.
His heart was pounding, his breath chugging like a freight train, sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead.
It was time. He was fighting a losing battle.
He grabbed her breast and pulled her puckered nipple into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could.
That was the catalyst she needed for that sprint across the finish line.
Her head fell back and, when every part of her body tensed beneath him, she let go with an unrestrained wail. The intense climax that swept through her and exploded around him snapped the thin thread he was clinging to, until he, too, had no choice but to accept the inevitable.
Decker’s breath shuddered and he buried his face into her neck once more. A groan was ripped from his very center when he curled over Sloane one last time and buried his cock to the hilt as it pulsed and twitched inside her.
With his chest heaving, he tried to catch his breath as he waited for his cock to stop throbbing and his balls to be empty.
With her breathing as unsteady as his, Sloane remained wrapped around him with one hand curled tightly around the back of his neck, the other hand trailing slowly up and down his spine.
Sex had zapped the last of his energy and he was ready to collapse, but he worried he was putting too much weight on her.
“I don’t want to crush you,” he murmured.
She tipped her face to his and gave him a soft, satisfied smile. “You’re fine. I like your weight on me. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”
Good. Because like her, he liked his weight on her, too. And he was in no rush to move or to break their connection. Not yet. That would come soon enough.
His ragged breath caught for a moment as he studied her flushed face, her succulent mouth swollen from his kisses and her hooded blue eyes. Her hair spread over his pillow created a strawberry-blonde halo around her head.
Jesus.
She was so goddamn beautiful.
Especially wearing the marks he left behind.
Sloane sat back against the headboard and kept her eyes glued to the big man striding naked across the room as he returned to the bed.
Decker was impressive, that was for damn sure. He was smart, responsible, a great father and sexy as fuck, despite the Brillo pad on his face. And she swore those massive thighs of his could crack walnuts.
The power behind them definitely gave him some extra oomph while thrusting into her earlier. Because of that, she decided, now that she’d experienced him being on top, she preferred it.
But being on top or the bottom wasn’t her greatest concern at the moment.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she wondered how to bring up her sister without sounding like a freaking nag.
Screw it. She was just going to ask because she needed him to keep her sister at the forefront of his mind. While she doubted he forgot about Sadie, Sloane feared that the more time passed, the less likely they’d find her sister alive.
If she allowed that to happen, she’d never forgive herself.
She wanted to prevent what happened to Decker’s sister from happening to hers.
Every night when she crawled into a warm, soft bed, she wondered where her sister was laying her head, if anywhere. Was she sleeping in an alley on concrete? Was she holed up in some seedy motel? Or was she passed out in a corner of a trap house?
She only backed off searching on her own because Decker had insisted and also, because they struck a deal. However, she was itching to get back out there again and look for Sadie herself, despite promising him she wouldn’t.
However, sitting on her hands and doing nothing was beginning to eat at her from the inside out.
She needed to do something. Even if it was simply poking Decker about it.
He climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside her. “You don’t mind if I sleep in here, right?”
She definitely did not. “It’s your bed.”
“Which I loaned to you.”
“I don’t mind sharing. I have to check my emails soon, anyway. I’m sure I’m needed for something and I don’t want to get too far behind in my work.”
“I’m sorry if I pulled you away from your job.”
“I’m not.” She raised her eyebrows. “If I have to hustle a little more and stay up a little later to catch up, I don’t mind. It was worth it.”
Using his fingertips, he lightly traced the curve of her naked hip. “Not too late, though. I have plans for later.”