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)
She did not want a man dictating to her in her everyday life, but in bed? She was digging it.
It was one more thing she learned about herself since moving in.
She had left her hair up in the topknot when she climbed into bed, making sure to give him unhindered access to the back of her neck. Since he was so damn skilled with his mouth, his tongue and his teeth, she wanted them everywhere.
Already hard, he had one fist squeezing the root when his eyes took a slow trip from her head to her feet, before pausing on her bare ass propped up on the pillow. “So damn beautiful. I’d say there’s not a damn thing you need to improve but I’d be lying.”
What?
“You would look even better with stripes of my cum decorating those perfect ass cheeks.”
Oh…
Well then.
Her clit quivered when the mattress shifted as he joined her and shuffled on his knees until he was settled between her legs.
His hand skimmed lightly over her ass cheeks, before squeezing one hard, leaning over and sinking in his teeth. Hard enough to leave a mark and get her endorphins surging, but not hard enough to break the skin.
Over the nights and mornings they’d spent in bed together, he discovered just how much pressure he could use. How much it took to excite her, how much it took to cause pain. He focused on the first and abandoned the second.
She could ask him to do anything to her, even to try it once to see if she liked it. And she would trust him to do it.
It had nothing to do with any kind of fetish. They certainly weren’t into that. But more to do with a power play. Handing complete control over to him.
Before him, with his commanding presence and his cop-like demeanor, she never experienced anything like it. And she loved it.
She loved how he could be bossy as hell in the bedroom but after they were both sweaty and spent and no longer able to function, he was soft and sweet with her. A gentle kiss to her temple. Brushing her damp hair out of her face. Sweeping his fingers lightly back and forth over her rib cage. Tucking her securely into his side and then wrapping an arm around her to keep her there.
But all of this made her scared.
Scared that she was going to fall in love with him. Scared that she was already on that path.
And scared that it would really hurt the day their arrangement was over and she left.
While he leaned into his power during sex, he did not take it far enough to turn it into a kinky relationship. For that, she appreciated him. He recognized what she liked, what she needed and unselfishly strove to give her all of that while asking nothing in return.
Though, she wanted to reciprocate and she did. It was only fair, and she loved turning him on before driving him to the very edge. Or at least as far as he’d let her.
In the last three weeks of them sleeping together, she certainly had made a lot of new discoveries about herself. Including how she got off on him getting off.
Every grunt. Every groan. Every time his jaw tensed and his eyes became intense, like he could see her very soul. The moments up to his coming and the moments after, until he finally relaxed.
All of it.
The man was art in motion. He called her beautiful, but really… It was him.
The tip of his tongue drew a line from the bottom of her hairline down the center of her neck, where he kissed across each shoulder before finishing back at the top of her spine. He nibbled all the way down the center to the small of her back, where he traced another line with his tongue from one hip to the other.
At the curve of her ass cheeks, he nipped harder. Small bites to get the blood surging through her like a tidal wave. Eventually that tidal wave would change into a tsunami, bowling her over and sweeping her under, leaving nothing but a boneless Sloane behind in its wake.
Every time they had sex he left her totally satisfied but also wanting more.
More of him. More of the sex. More of how he made her feel during and after.
In those moments, all her worries were washed away.
Even if only for a little while.
It helped keep her from totally losing her mind over her sister.
The bed shifted as he sat back and she felt the rush of air a fraction of a second before his hand made contact.
She fisted the sheet and adjusted her hips on the pillow, tipping up her ass in encouragement.
“You like that.” The thick rumble of his voice proved she wasn’t the only one.