Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Probably because she wanted someone to take control, but she hadn’t been able to take any of them seriously in a dominant position.
She didn’t have that problem with him.
“Stay still, girl.”
“I can’t . . . I need . . . I want . . .”
“Shit, a kiss has you this worked up, huh? Been a while for you?”
She nodded. It had been.
“Fuck. I like knowing that.”
“Please. More. My nipples . . .”
“You need to be patient.”
“I don’t like that word.”
“Trust me. It will make it that much sweeter when I get to them.”
It better.
He slid a leg between hers so that her pussy was directly against his thick thigh.
Heck. Yes.
That felt amazing.
Then she realized how wet she was.
“We shouldn’t. I’m . . . my panties . . . they’re damp.”
“Don’t care.”
“But your pants . . .”
“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about my pants.”
Okay. Whoa. That was sexy too.
You think everything he does is sexy.
That wasn’t a bad thing, right?
“Are we . . . can we do this up here?”
“Cameras are turned off. And there’s a guard at each entrance. They know not to come in unless it’s life and death. No one will bother us. If they do, I’ll fucking kill them.”
She had to smile at the threat, even though she knew it was one of those throwaway things that people said. He wouldn’t go around killing anyone.
Although that reminded her of something . . .
“Did you go back and untie Fishy-breath?”
“What?” he asked.
“The guy you zip-tied? Did you leave him like that or did you go back and untie him?”
“Ohh.” He watched her strangely. “I went back for him.”
“Okay. Hopefully, he learned his lesson.”
“I’m sure he did. You talk too much.”
“Sorry, I—”
He cut her off by kissing her again, moving his lips against hers. All of the kisses she’d had before had been fleeting. A quick waypoint before getting to the main affair.
But not with Gray. No, he took his time. He seemed to enjoy kissing her. She moved her pussy against his leg, searching for friction.
Oh, wow.
That felt so good. She kept moving, her breath coming in short pants as he kissed her until she couldn’t remember where they were.
“Fuck, girl. Could you come doing this?” he asked as he drew back, staring down at her.
“I . . . I . . . maybe,” she said breathlessly.
He drew back and picked her up, wrapping an arm under her ass as he carried her to the sofa that was set back against the wall.
Sitting, he positioned her so she straddled his lap. He slid her dress up so he could get his hands on her ass. Then he squeezed her cheeks.
She moaned.
“You like me playing with your ass?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You had anal before?”
“I . . . yes.”
“Fuck, baby. Can’t do that tonight. No lube. But maybe another time.”
There would be another time?
Don’t ask, Maeve.
She’d told him that she could do sex with no strings. And she thought she could. It wasn’t like a relationship was a good idea for her either. She never knew when the urge to leave town and wander would come over her again.
Instead, she moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt. “Can I?”
“Yes. Good girl for asking.”
Lord. Help. Her.
Her fingers were trembling and it seemed to take her forever before she managed to get his shirt undone. She sucked in a breath as she took in the full chest tattoo gracing his skin.
“Whoa. That is so damn sexy.”
“Like it, girl?”
“Yes.”
“Then touch me,” he grumbled.
She didn’t take offense to his tone. If he was half as hungry for her touch as she was for his, then she got it. She ran her fingers over the tattoo, trying to see everything at once. But there wasn’t enough light and there was so much going on. She could make out matching roses on either side of his chest. And there was a banner that said, In Memory.
She pushed his shirt back further, trying to take it all in. He placed his arms along the back of the sofa. As though he were giving her permission to touch at will.
Oh, she liked that.
“It goes down your arms?”
“Yep.”
“Must have taken hours and hours.”
“Been adding to it over the years. Some things mean something. Others I just liked.”
Leaning in, she kissed her way from one side to the other, then down to his nipples. His hand came to the back of her head, holding her there, guiding her.
His fingers brushed over the back of her neck and she sucked in a breath.
Oh, she liked that.
He did it again and she whimpered.
“Someone has a sensitive spot right here.”
She did? She’d never realized. But it felt like it had a direct line to her clit, which was throbbing. She was so wet, her panties were soaked, and he hadn’t done much more than kiss her.