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)
My eyes roam over the gorgeous, sated creature for a moment, memorizing the way I wrecked her. Then I’m slipping on a condom and flipping Posey onto her front. She gasps in surprise but without any urging from me, lifts to her hands and knees.
Sticks that ass out toward me in invitation and I don’t waste a single moment.
I position myself behind her, feeling the intense rush of need pooling low. My blood thunders through my veins as I take myself in hand, unable to resist the primal urge to claim her once and for all.
I know I could be gentler, but I enter her with a force that leaves us both gasping for air. I hold tight to her hips, afraid I might buckle from the intense sensation overload. But then Posey’s pushing back against me, gyrating her hips in a silent demand to get moving.
So I do.
I hunch over her, thrusting with long, hard strokes. Feels so fucking good and it’s raw, untamed and utterly perfect. The pleasure’s overwhelming and I find myself almost babbling to her. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her with sincere adoration, because it’s true. “So bloody addictive.”
She grunts in response as I slam into her.
“I won’t go easy on you now, love,” I warn her with a dark chuckle as I tunnel in and out of her body.
“You… better… not,” she gasps with each thrust.
My balls pulse with desperate need and I grit my teeth, trying to stave off that final rush to the finish line. I want it to last longer, all night, forever, but I’m so lost to the storm of sensations and the emotions they’re producing, I find myself balancing right on the edge of release.
Slow down. That’s what I’ll do.
Slow it all down.
But then Posey throws her head back, her spine arching deep and she comes so violently I’m not sure what’s happening. Then I feel the rippling grip of her pussy and realize she’s coming again.
It’s my undoing.
There’s no stopping it now as I plant deep and give in to the rush of ecstasy. I explode within her, my entire body spasming. It feels like a million electrical impulses over every inch of my skin and I groan like a man dying, but in fact, I know that this is real living.
I shudder, my entire body going weak after the expenditure of energy that orgasm produced and for self-preservation, I lower us gently to the mattress. I roll to my side, bringing Posey to spoon in front of me and I think to myself, If I died right now, I wouldn’t complain about it.
At first, I’m too exhausted to string words together but then I notice that as the silence has stretched, Posey hasn’t said a word either.
My arm tightens around her waist and I give her a squeeze. “You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
I smile, kiss the back of her head. “Can you speak?”
She grunts and shakes her head.
“Did I break you?” I ask.
“In the best of ways,” she whispers.
She snuggles back into me and that slight move… her coming to me for warmth, comfort, tenderness… it makes me feel bloody awesome. I’ve never been a cuddler or spooned a woman after we fucked. But I admit, it’s a damn good place to be with Posey.
It also compels me to ask, “I’m going to visit my parents this weekend. Some relaxation before we leave for Bahrain. Would you like to come with me?”
She doesn’t answer me right away and I can practically hear the gears turning in her head. Does this take us out of fling territory or can she spin it off as research?
And finally, she says, “Yeah… I’d like that.”
CHAPTER 15
Posey
I sit at the small kitchen table hunched over my laptop. I’ve commandeered this place to do most of my work as Lex and I eat our meals at the island counter. My fingers fly across the keys as I schedule the next week’s worth of social media posts. It’s part of my daily grind as a romance author—planning out graphics, captions, and hook copy for Instagram and Facebook. This time, I’m using some particularly sexy graphics to tease my latest book release coming out next month. It’s a historical romance set in the Scottish Highlands so of course I have a gorgeous, muscled man in a kilt with the wind blowing his long hair. The image pops off the screen, and I carefully insert the purchase links, making sure everything looks seamless.
Lex, fully dressed and ready to go, stands just behind my chair, peering over my shoulder. His interest is casual but soon he leans in a little closer, brows furrowing as he reads the caption for one of the posts.
“‘He’s dangerous, reckless… but oh so irresistible,’” he reads aloud, his voice low with amusement. “Is this about me?”