Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Crossland's smile was brilliant. “Whatever you feel most comfortable in. There will be media there, but I don't care if you wear yoga pants and a sweatshirt. It just means everything that you'll be there for me.”
My heart fluttered in my chest, and I smiled at him before kissing him softly. “Of course,” I said. “Of course, I'll be there for you.”
Because that, at the heart of it, was the truth. I would be there for him. Whenever he needed me. Because Brecken was right, I loved him. And maybe I didn't know where he stood right now, but maybe I didn't need to. And just the mere fact that he wanted me there gave me hope that I was overthinking the situation in the biggest way.
Crossland returned my kiss, the sweet innocence in it turning carnal as his hands roamed over my body in a way that sent sparks shooting across my skin
I splayed my hand on his chest, gently pushing him until he laid on his back on the bed. I climbed atop him, barely breaking our kiss as we shifted on the bed, a tangle of lips and tongues and need.
Rocking against him, I let go of every doubt, every question spinning in my mind, losing myself to the visceral sensation of being touched by him.
I took off my top, then shed my pajama bottoms, him doing the same until there was nothing between us, our mouths crashing together once we were free of the clothes.
I kissed him with everything I had, just in case it would be the last time.
I showed him with my hands, my lips, my body how badly I’d fallen for him.
I rolled my hips, shivering as his hard length slid through my wetness, teasing us both.
His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts as I ground against him, not taking him in and instead delighting in stretching out the moment.
“Aspen,” he groaned. “Fuck, kitten.”
I smiled down at him, feeling drunk from the way he unraveled beneath me. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Made me feel like I was the only one capable of making him shudder like that, groan like that. I fed off of that bliss, that power, reaching between us and guiding his cock inside me an inch before lifting up again.
Over and over.
I teased him, putting him in and taking him out. The tease making me liquid, making me ache so sharply it almost hurt. My thighs shook on either side of his hips, but I relished every muscle that clenched, every groan he let slip, every grip of my hips in an effort to get inside me.
Exquisite.
The torture was purely exquisite.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against his before licking into his mouth. He sighed between my lips, then playfully smacked my ass, making a shiver of delight ripple up my spine.
“Tease,” he groaned, nipping my bottom lip. “You love doing this to me, don’t you, kitten?”
“Yes,” I said, breathless as I rocked over him, his hard cock grinding against my throbbing clit. “I love…” I gasped as he thrust upward, the move making him slide in an inch before I moved to make him pull out.
“You’re drenched for me,” he said, squeezing my ass and moving me over him, back and forth until I trembled. “But you’re making me wait.”
I grinned, kissing him harder before pushing against his chest to rise up. “I never want this to end,” I said, allowing myself that admission, even if he didn’t understand the full context.
He bit his lip, thrusting upward again, and I moaned at the way he slid in so easily before I lifted up again. “It doesn’t have to,” he said. “You can ride my cock all night.” He squeezed my hips again before drawing his hands up and tucking them behind his head, smirking up at me with pure male pride.
“Cocky prick,” I breathed the words, digging my nails into his chest with just enough pressure that he hissed, pure lust churning in his eyes. “You want this?” I asked, dropping down on his cock so he was fully seated, rocking against him once before pulling all the way out again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, but kept his hands behind his head. “Yes.”
“How bad?” I asked, anticipation curling beneath my skin as my pleasure built. I was already riding that sharp edge, but I was content to keep drawing it out.
Crossland wet his lips. “I want to watch you ride me. Now, Aspen.”
I shivered atop him, the dominance in his tone making me grin in delight. “Like this?”
I sank atop his cock, lifting up and down on it a few times before stopping.
“Goddamn,” he growled. “Yes.”
“Or like this?”
I took him all the way in, rolling my hips, the move allowing my aching clit to grind against him.