Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78877 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
This was complete and utter madness, and I was here for it.
“I fucking love kissing you,” I said against her mouth, slipping my hand up her ribcage and skimming my thumb over the side of her breast.
“Me, too.” She gasped when I shifted my attention, circling the taut bud of her nipple through the cotton of her shirt.
“I want to touch you, Ry.” I circled again and again, grazing only the edge of her peak.
“Caz,” she groaned, spearing her fingers into my hair.
“If you knew half the things I wanted to do you, you’d run the fuck away. Right now.” Over and over, I traced around her nipple.
“Try me,” she challenged, rolling her hips again as she nipped at my bottom lip.
Try her? This woman had no idea what she was getting into.
I slowed my fingers and caressed her from her hip to her ribs. “I want you in my hands. I’m going to touch every delicious inch of you and then I’m going to roll you over and do it again with you under me. I’m going to peel every stitch of fabric from your body and trace every one of your curves with my tongue and lips.” I cupped the glorious weight of her breast, keeping my other hand tangled in her hair because there was a part of me that worried that she’d do exactly what I’d predicted and run.
There was another part of me that hoped she would, just to save us both.
“And…then?” Her breath caught and she arched into my palm, her grip tightening in my hair.
“After I taste every line and hollow, I’m going to push your thighs apart and bury my face in your pussy so I can find out if you taste just as sweet as I imagine.” I grabbed her hip and raised mine, stroking my cock against the seam of her denim shorts.
“Holy shit.” She tried to rock back, but I shifted my grip to her ass, keeping her hovering just above me.
“I’m going to lick you until you scream my name, and then I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and tongue until you come all over me, until I can taste your orgasm sliding down my throat.” I ran my tongue over her throat and her thighs clenched on either side of my hips.
“Oh God.”
“So, now is the time to tell me that you don’t want that, Ry.” I ran my teeth over the shell of her ear. “Tell me you don’t want my hands on your skin. Tell me you don’t want my tongue on your clit. Tell me to stop before I ruin us both.” One word from her and I’d be in a cold shower. Period.
“You don’t scare me, Caz.” She leaned her forehead against mine, her sweet breath hitting my lips in little pants.
“I should.” The self-control I’d bragged about ten minutes ago was down to a single, fraying thread.
“Do your worst.” She took my hand and put it on her breast.
Thread. Snapped.
I flipped us both in one motion, settling her under me, her head cushioned by the pillows she’d brought. Then I took her mouth in an openly carnal kiss, using my tongue to show her exactly how I wanted to move between her sweet thighs.
She arched up against me, hooking one leg over my hips as she kissed me back just as deep. Just as recklessly hard. I kissed her until we were both panting, both grasping at each other as if we couldn’t get close enough.
She tugged my shirt over my head. “You…” Her eyes raced down my frame like she couldn’t consume the sight fast enough. “You’re gorgeous.” Her fingers traced the lines of my pecs and abs, her touch sending shocks of pleasure through my veins.
“You’re the gorgeous one.” I kissed her deep and hard, then braced my weight on one arm and reached for the extra blanket she’d left piled at the edge of our little nest, covering us both. The windows were fogged—that was a given for the weather—but I wasn’t taking any chances, even with the tinted windows.
I kissed her like my life depended on it as my hand stroked her waist, then under her shirt and over her ribs, to cup her breasts. They overflowed my hands. “You have the most incredible breasts.”
She moaned in reply as I pinched and plucked at her nipples through the thin silk of her bra.
“I have to taste,” I whispered, lowering my head and raising her tank top. I toyed with one nipple, grazing the fabric with my teeth before lifting it from its silken cage and sucking it into my mouth.
I could live a thousand years and never come across breasts this perfect again.
“Yes!” Her hands were in my hair, urging me on as I licked and sucked the sensitive peak, switching my attention to its twin once she was squirming beneath me.