Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
We’re so close, I can feel his heat radiating through our clothing and the hardness of his body pressed against mine. It sends shivers down my spine and I gasp as he lowers his head to kiss me again. It’s fierce and unrelenting, a mix of dominance and desire that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
And damn it all to hell… I’m going to take more. “It’s just a fling,” I repeat against his mouth.
“Fine,” he mumbles. “A fling.”
New relationship defined, there are no barriers holding me back.
I struggle for freedom, wrenching my hand away only to tangle both in his hair. My nails dig into his scalp, eliciting a growl from him as he claims my mouth fully. I can’t help myself, my body squirming against his, caught up in a wildfire of lust and passion.
The heat emanating from his body is suffocating, burning me alive. His lips press urgently against mine, demanding and possessive. My mind reels as I surrender to the intensity of his touch, and I try to commit all these feelings to memory so I can pour them into my books and make my love scenes more authentic.
In one swift motion, Lex sweeps me into his arms—as swoon-worthy as I’d imagined when I write about it—and moves efficiently through the small house, right into my bedroom. My feet barely hit the floor before he’s stripping the clothes from my body. It’s like a tornado of action, his hands so sure and deft as he deprives me of every last stitch of material covering me except my bra and panties.
Thank God I love nice lingerie and have on a sexy matching set of peach lace.
But I’m still exposed and vulnerable to his predatory gaze. Lex’s eyes devour each inch of my skin, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I’m so self-conscious I start to cover myself, but he grumbles, “Don’t you dare.”
Lex moves into me. His hands run down my bare arms, igniting a searing fire that spreads throughout my body. He pulls them away, staring at me with a ferocious hunger for a very long moment and then he grips onto my lace panties and pulls me closer, grinding our bodies together.
My fingers weave through his hair as we kiss again with reckless abandon. The weight of his muscular body against mine sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. “You’re driving me insane,” he rumbles into my ear before nipping at my neck.
His hand moves lower, dangerously close to my core, teasing and torturing me with each gentle caress. My hips involuntarily arch toward him, begging for more. Lex peppers soft kisses along my jawline before claiming my neck with possessive bites. He seems in no rush to do anything other than drive me crazy.
He bites and nibbles on the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck. My body tenses with desire, yearning for more of his touch. With one hand brushing teasingly against my underwear, Lex slides a finger under the lace and plunges it deep inside me while biting down hard on the sensitive skin on my neck. I’m embarrassingly wet. The overwhelming mix of pleasure and fullness has me crying out in ecstasy, my hips thrusting uncontrollably against him.
“That’s it, Posey. Ride my fingers.” He adds another one and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. But just before I reach it, he pulls back and looks into my eyes with intense expectation. At that moment, I feel a strong connection unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
He leans in to kiss me, murmuring my name between each passionate kiss.
“Posey,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
I respond with a primal moan, unable to form words as his skilled fingers continue to work their magic.
“Want to know a secret?” Lex asks me, his own breathing ragged as he thrusts in and out, making me wetter than I’ve ever been.
I nod frantically, barely able to think straight as he brings me closer and closer to the brink.
“Well,” he whispers in my ear as he moves his thumb over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. “I’ve thought of doing this to you pretty much since the day we met.”
“Really?” I mumble, my fingers gripping into his shoulders.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, his mouth on my jaw. “I think about what you’ll look like when you come. I think about how you’ll sound. Are you a screamer or do you silently fall apart?”
“Oh God,” I moan, his words turning me on as much as his fingers. And his words… sexual poetry.
“Are you going to scream, Posey?” He circles my clit roughly with his finger.
I answer that question by indeed screaming out his name as waves of pure bliss crash through my body. I fracture completely, the intensity of the orgasm weakening my legs. Tears spring to my eyes.