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)
“So you’ve said on more than one occasion,” I reply dryly. “I guess there’s no need to go out to the fancy dinner I’d planned then?”
I can see a flicker of indecision cross her face and that heartens me. Posey might want to say this is a fling, but I’m seeing a woman right now who might want to add a bit more romance into the equation.
But then it’s gone, her shield back in place and that stubborn chin lifts a little higher. “I don’t need a fancy dinner. It’s just sex.”
Admittedly, a sharp pang hits the center of my chest, but I brush it off. She wants to play casual? I can do that. I shrug. “Let’s go fuck, then.”
As expected, she jerks a bit, surprised by my crudity. I’m hoping it might force her to ask for that dinner.
Once again, she recovers with a wicked smile. “What’s a fling if not for fucking?”
Christ, that’s good and I have to restrain myself from laughing.
So be it.
I’m unable to resist the overwhelming urge to claim this woman. Not invite her to bed or gently persuade her with seduction, but to haul her off for my personal pleasure. This sweet girl is a mystery and I wonder if I’ll ever figure out why she appeals to my base male instincts.
With a fierce determination, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, quickly making my way to the bedroom. Posey places her hands on my back, steadying herself, but I hear a tiny giggle just as I toss her onto the bed.
Then I’m on her and we’re both shedding our clothes, only interrupted by stolen kisses and fumbling gropes. Her eyes burn with fiery lust, driving away the innocent picture of that sweet, Southern girl that I first laid eyes on.
Posey looks up at me, a seductive grin playing on her lips. She doesn’t say a word but I can read her thoughts.
Do with me what you will, Lex.
I intend to. How could I not? The intensity between us is palpable, so thick I could cut it with a knife. It’s driving me bonkers with need to be inside her.
Posey turns into the seductress, propping herself on her elbows, thrusting her perfectly shaped breasts toward me. Gone is the shy girl from the other night who was afraid to expose her body to me.
I wonder what changed for her. I reach out, drag a knuckle across her nipple and ask, “You’ve turned awful bold, Ms. Evans.”
Her lips twitch. “I’m in character. I’m being a bold, sensual heroine from one of my novels. A woman who embraces sex and has confidence in herself.”
I pause my touch, tilt my head. “You don’t have to pretend to be that. I find you quite confident.”
“I’m really not,” she admits softly, laying her hand over mine and pushing me back toward her breast. “But tonight I will be.”
That works for me because I’m convinced the more we do this, the more this will be natural to her. She’ll get used to me, crave me the way I crave her, and…
And then she’ll go back to America.
I banish the thought and take her nipple in my mouth. Posey gasps, threads her fingers through my hair. I grip her hip, sliding my hand over her luscious ass to give it a good squeeze.
Every touch fans the fire within, and yet it’s not enough.
Need more.
I push her legs apart roughly and slide my hands up her thighs. Posey’s eyes flutter closed as she leans back against the pillows, ready and willing to surrender to whatever pleasures I have in store for her.
I claim her with the hunger of a beast, using my lips, tongue, teeth and fingers. I’m relentless, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.
She matches my intensity with fierce demands of her own.
“More, Lex.”
“Harder.”
“Don’t slow down.”
“Yes, just like that. It’s perfect.”
She shows no fear or hesitation in expressing exactly what she wants from me, and I fucking give it to her. Every sound that escapes her lips fuels my own lust, making my dick hard as a rock and weeping to get inside her. I’m on the brink of insanity but I want—no need—her to come first.
When her cries turn into desperate whimpers, I lash at her clit with my tongue, shove two fingers inside her tight channel and then feel the exquisite grip of her muscles as she orgasms with a scream. I lick her through it, relishing in every trembling muscle and sob from the pulses of pleasure, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been more satisfied in my entire sexual life than I am right now.
I pull away and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth with a wicked grin. She smiles at me with bleary eyes, still catching her breath as a beautiful flush spreads across her skin.