Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“You’re on fire.” Bending down, he bunched up my panties in his hand, tore them down my leg and tossed them in a corner of the room.
With desire in his gaze, he laid out his shirt like a small blanket and said, “Lay back down.”
My insides quaked, and I couldn’t get there fast enough, lying back on the floor and watching as he knelt at my feet. He kissed me reverently, his mouth drifting over my chest and stomach. He lifted my leg and adored my inner thigh, the curve of my calf, the arch of my foot. My hands were busy too. I ran them through his hair and down his chest, my fingers learning the sculpted muscles of his body. Exploring. Touching him in all the places I’d only dreamed of. He spread my legs and eased between them, his gaze electric. He bent over me, parted me and found the heart of me with his tongue. I screamed out his name. It was an assault of the senses, watching him dip his head and devour me, his fingers drawing circles on my nub. His teeth toyed with my clit and I lost my mind, my climax echoing off the walls. My body clenched around his fingers, pulsating, while he watched with a heavy look in his eyes.
“I’ve ached for this moment,” he said softly. “Forever.”
Something vulnerable flitted across his face, but quickly disappeared. He studied me intently, his hand cupping my face, and for a second, I thought he might say something else—but he didn’t.
He kissed me hard then, the erotic taste of my skin mingling in our mouths.
“I want you inside me,” I said when we pulled back to take a breath.
He reached for his nearby jeans, pulled out a silver foil from his wallet, and slid on the condom. With his athletic grace, he eased between my legs, careful of my injured side. Positioning himself, he inched inside slowly, letting me adjust to the fullness, checking to see if I needed more time.
All I needed was him. Every nerve in my channel lit up, grasping for more.
I reached up and pulled his head down to mine. “More,” I whispered.
He went further inside, easing in and then sliding out excruciatingly slow.
“Max . . .” I begged. “Give it to me.”
He came right back, his hand tugging my face to kiss me deeply as he stroked into me, building up to a fast-paced rhythm. I writhed and clutched his shoulders, sensation building at the base of my spine. My nails dug into his hipbones as I arched into the sleek slide of his cock. He went harder, faster, bending his head to my chest.
“Sunshine . . . this . . . you . . . so much . . .” his voice was gravelly and full of need. Desperate.
Yes. Yes. I rotated my hips against him, swiveling.
He adjusted for a new angle with his hips, going deeper, and I took it all, trying to give back as good as he gave. “You’re mine,” he breathed against my neck.
My heart jumped at those words. Palming his scalp with my hands, I pulled his face to mine and stared at him, willing him to know me. “I’m yours.”
His finger slipped between our connected bodies and found my center again and strummed, spreading the wetness. Gasping, I lost myself completely, my fingers digging into his back, tearing at him as I shattered into a million pieces. I didn’t know where he ended and I began. The sheer enormity of us made me gasp as I gripped his shoulders and rode out my orgasm.
I’d never had this with Bart.
He roared his release, his neck muscles in stark relief as his cock tightened and expanded inside me. Panting, he rested on top of me for a few heartbeats and then flipped us over until I was lying on him. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, just our heavy breaths filling up the silence in the room.
I cleared my throat, my heart still pounding. “Was that . . . was that normal?”
He knew what I meant.
That hadn’t been hook-up sex.
That had been out-of-this-fucking-world-mind-blowing-when-can-we-do-it-again sex.
“Max?” I asked after he’d been silent for too long.
His long lashes dropped against his cheek, as if he didn’t want me to see what he was thinking. He swallowed. “Not normal.”
Yeah. That. That was just the answer I needed. “Thank you,” I whispered.
Max
WHEN I CAME TO ABOUT an hour later, she was still draped across me, her right leg between mine. The floor was cool but not cold. I barely noticed. It could have been an iceberg in here and I wouldn’t have moved from this spot.
Her eyes peeked open, and my greedy gaze ate her up, taking in the way her body fit neatly into mine. Since the moment we’d met, she’d checked all my boxes for what I’d never realized I wanted in a girl—and it was more than just looks. Sure, she was beautiful, but it had been her willingness to stand up to me that first day that had gotten my attention. I’d seen the vulnerability in her that day too—the careful way she kept her distance from me, holding back. God, I didn’t want her to do that anymore.