Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Naked,” she said.
It wasn’t a question or a request, but a statement of what was. We were naked. Shit, in more ways than one. Ain’t that a kick in the teeth. Deep as all hell.
I released her and worked on the buttons of my shirt, popping them open one by one instead of ripping them right off this time. Tonight would be slow. It would be everything I’d never done with a woman before.
I removed my shirt and watched her body change. Her breasts lifted, her pupils dilated in those gorgeous hazel-flecked irises, and her skin pebbled all over again.
“You like that,” I said.
“Yes.”
“What about it? Talk to me, gorgeous. Tell me what you like, what you need.”
“I love your body,” she whispered and dragged her fingers down the defined abs I’d spent hours crafting in the gym. “And your tattoos.” Riley moved back up to the blank patch over my heart and pressed her palm flat against it, covering it up. “And how fast your heart beats for me.”
Love. My insides didn’t recoil. They should’ve. I should’ve put my shirt back on and walked the fuck out of the living room, gone to a hotel. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do anything but listen to her, watch her, the pulse beating in her throat.
I undid my belt buckle, took off the belt, pants went next, kicked off my shoes. Even with her heels on, I was still taller than Riley by a whole head. She looked up at my face then down at my cock, standing at attention for her, dripping all over again.
“Do you see what you do to me?”
Riley licked her lips and took my dick in her hand, traced the veins, teased the ridges and touched the droplet of precum waiting for her. She bent at the waist, lifted it to her lips and lapped it up. “I love that too,” she said.
I tugged her close, then looped one arm under her knees, the other beneath her back, and lifted her. She clung to me, kissing my neck and chest, leaving a scorching trail on my flesh.
I walked my woman down the hall past her bedroom and into mine, then laid her down on the bed, gently.
“Condom,” she murmured.
And for once, I fucking regretted it. I needed to feel her bare, no restrictions, but that couldn’t happen. Not yet, at least. She wants a baby? I’ll give her a baby. I’ll fill her with so much of my cum she’ll have ten babies. Ten little—
I drove the thoughts out and fetched a condom from my bedside table. No matter how much I wanted to fill her, I couldn’t until she was ready for it. She wasn’t yet. The fear in her eyes, the doubt from earlier, had told me as much.
Riley opened her arms to me, and I lay down on top of her, kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips again, parted them and tasted her, placed my hand on her throat, encircled it gently.
This woman was unbreakable.
I parted her legs by shifting my own, then I placed my dick at her entrance.
“I wish I could feel you,” she whispered, and blinked those big doe eyes at me. “You know, all of you. Bare. Hot and hard and—”
“Don’t tempt me,” I said and plunged into her before I changed my damn mind. Even with the layer between us, it was tight and warm, wet and fucking delicious. I didn’t pull her legs back or fold her in half and fuck her like my personal little puppet.
I scooped her up in my arms and held her, kissing slowly as I pumped her full of my cock, again and again.
“Oh my god, Jax. It’s so good. It’s so damn good.”
“Come for me,” I replied and changed the angle ever so slightly, so that the base of my dick rubbed against her clit.
She jerked and bit on my bottom lip, pulled it toward her, then let go. “Oh god,” she groaned, and clawed for me, desperate, gasping. “Oh my god. Oh god. I can’t.”
I dissolved her words with kisses, staked my claim in her mouth, tasted her tongue, massaged it, toyed with it. She was sweet as always, and her kisses were sloppy and loose, as if she couldn’t focus on anything other than the raw heat between her legs.
“Come,” I whispered. “Come and moan my name. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Oh god, Jax, I’m all yours,” she whispered back. “I’m all yours.”
My dick throbbed at that. “Say that again.” I kissed her lips, licked a line to her ear and bit down on her earlobe. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpered, her hips rising, legs kicking. “Yours. Jax, oh fuck.” She broke around me, keening, pulsing, aching and hot.
My balls tightened up, and I grunted against her lips. She licked them, and I was done. I scorched over the edge, right into nirvana. It was cloudy and soft, and it smelled of lavender and vanilla.