Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“You’re so beautiful, Afton,” he says as he trails his gaze over my nude body. “I can’t breathe.”
I bite my lip to hold back a laugh because I feel the same way.
When Luke undressed, I stared because the man is toned and tattooed.
My gaze dropped when he lowered his boxer briefs, and his cock came into view.
Before I could say anything, he had his hands on me. He unbuttoned my dress, carefully slid it from my body, and then he took off my bra. My panties stayed on until my back hit the bed. Only then did he scoop his thumbs under the lace and yank them down slowly to reveal my core.
I can’t hide from him in the broad daylight that’s filtering in through the patio doors.
I don’t want to. I want him to see me, touch me, and experience me in a way he’ll never forget.
“I brought condoms, “ he grinds out in a stuttered breath. “I want to put one on and fuck you now.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”
He laughs in a deep tone. “I can’t.”
I glance between us at his erection. “I think you can.”
He leans back on his knees to slide his fist around it. With one stroke, he groans. “I want to touch you first. I want to see you come undone, Afton. I’ve been thinking about that for days.”
“Days,” I repeat.
“And every single night,” he adds.
Knowing that he hasn’t stopped thinking about me lures me closer to him. “Touch me.”
His fingers draw a lazy path over my neck until they slow between my breasts. He plumps one with his hand, squeezing it before he drops his mouth to my nipple.
I let out a deep-seated moan that is filled with the need that I feel. “Oh, God.”
He turns his attention to my other breast, but this time it’s his teeth that make contact. He nips at the smooth skin before my nipple gets a bite.
I cry out. The sweet mix of pleasure and pain is shooting straight to my core. “Please.”
“Yes,” he hisses.
His hand lands on my hip. “Your body is everything.”
I try to move to hasten his touch. I want it on me; on the parts that are craving his touch with a need I’ve never felt before.
His hand lingers close to my core, his fingers circling the skin just above my mound. His lips run along my shoulder until he presses them against the tender spot in my neck. “I’m going to lose it when I touch this.”
His hand finds the most sensitive part of me. Two fingers dive into me as his thumb tenderly circles my clit.
My ass leaves the bed because the pleasure is instantaneous. My climax is so close I can feel it racing through me.
His touch softens but not enough to stop my orgasm.
I ride his hand through it, the noises coming from me soft and tempered.
“Let go, Afton,” he says as he bites my nipple again. “Let go for me.”
I reach down, cup my hand over his, and with a circle of my hips, I finally let go.
Chapter 32
Afton
“I don’t need a break,” I protest when Luke slides to his feet.
He turns to look at me. “I say you do. I’m going to grab something to feed you. Fruit, or maybe some crackers and cheese.”
He starts toward the bedroom door, giving me a clear view of his naked ass. Oh, what an ass he has.
“Luke,” I say his name softly. “Please, don’t go.”
This time when he turns, I see something I didn’t before. It’s vulnerability. I know because I’m feeling it too.
He brought me to two orgasms with his hand.
Each was amazing, but the second time, I broke apart. I shivered under his touch. My body was moving in a way that screamed for more.
If he feels as exposed as I am, it makes sense that he wants to leave the room to find his bearings.
“It felt incredible,” I admit. “It was intense.”
“For me too,” he says, raking a hand through his hair. “Christ, Afton, I just touched you, and it was so good.”
I roll onto my side. “It can be better.”
I’ve never been a temptress. I’ve always enjoyed sex but initiating it was never part of my repertoire. Right now, I want Luke to know that what we did was perfect, but I’m aching for more. I need more.
“It will be better,” he corrects me. “I plan on keeping you in this bed until tomorrow morning, so yes, you will need breaks. You will need to eat if you want to keep up with me.”
I swallow hard, embarrassed that I misjudged his hesitancy but turned on by his admission. “I have enough energy for more now.”
The edges of his lips curl into a sexy grin. “For a fuck.”
It’s not a question. He already knows how badly I want to feel him inside of me.