Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
She had to know what she’d been doing to him, though.
Opening his mouth to say something, he promptly lost his voice as she swooped that hand towel right across his waistband. And went back. And forth.
At his hips, his cock punched at its confines.
Without another word, she went back to the bowl—and this time, she left the terry cloth in there. Turning to him, her eyes locked on his.
“I think I’ve washed everything I can get to.”
“Mm-hm,” he said. Because he didn’t trust his voice.
“I’ll just… take care of your pants then.”
Darius closed his eyes and arched back into the pillows. “Oh… God… yes.”
He kept his lids shut because there was no way in hell he was going to make it through the sight of her undoing that button and that zipper—not without coming all over the place. And as it was, just the sensations of tugging and pulling were enough for him to have to fight for control: With every shift, his erection was getting friction, and his mind conflated and confused the sensation until it was her hand on him, not the underside of the fly—
Darius moaned as he felt a cool rush and a delicious release of the constriction.
Anne’s exhale was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “I want to touch you—”
“Please,” he groaned as he rolled his hips.
As his eyes popped open, there was no closing them, not with what he saw, not with what she was doing: Her hand circled his erection in a grip, and the sight of her fingers on his shaft, below his head, holding him…
Darius bit his lip—then realized his fangs had dropped down. Hiding that shit quick, he concentrated on Anne. And what a thing to focus on. She started in slowly with the stroking, and with a surge of lust, he pulled her to him so he could have her mouth. Entering her with his tongue, he imagined it was her core that he was licking into, and after that, he didn’t think much. It was all about what she was doing to him, the up and down on his arousal, the slick kissing, the softness of her breasts against his pecs as she rested on his chest.
Except then he had to stop her. Covering that talented hand of hers with his own, he groaned. “I’m going to come.”
“Good—”
Before he knew what he was doing, his body moved on its own, rolling over in a surge and taking her with him so that he pinned her with his weight. Staring into her eyes, he was breathing like he was running for his life as he moved her hand out from between them. And just so she was sure it wasn’t because he didn’t want her, he growled and kissed her harder, sweeping his arms around her—except he kept his hips back, and when he finally eased off her mouth, his voice was nothing but a rasp.
“Not until I’m inside you.” As her eyes flared, he shook his head. “There’s no rush. I’m more than willing to wait. But I will not come until I’m inside you.”
For a split second, he thought he might have come across as pushy.
But then she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes… and arched into him as if she were imagining him mounting her properly, entering her, filling her up.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Darius. Inside me…”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Back when Anne had been down in the kitchen, teaching the butler the difference between a flush and straight, she had found herself wondering how the night would end.
Darius coming home with those burns had not been it, for sure—but beyond that, she wasn’t entirely surprised to find herself with him more than half naked and her so hungry for him that she wasn’t thinking about anything other than the sex. This stopping, though, and its reason, was unexpected—
You already love him. Do not try to talk yourself out of it.
The mysterious voice came from somewhere inside her, and for a moment, she couldn’t understand what it was, why she was hearing it. Yet the words were familiar, as if they’d been spoken to her all her life.
They were also the truth and they galvanized her.
She was in love with him. And she didn’t want to end this here.
As the realizations hit, she instantly negotiated with the conclusions: Too early, too soon after Bruce, too much…
None of that was persuasive. And if Darius didn’t want to orgasm before he was inside her? Well, there was a solution to that.
Aware that she was being impulsive, but driven by a need she was not going to argue with, Anne untucked her shirt, and didn’t waste time with the buttons. She swept it up and off her head. And yeah, wow. The way he looked at her breasts in the modest cups of her nothing-special cotton bra? It was like it was the first time he had seen a naked woman.