Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Right before the song ended, she lifted her head from his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “I’m ready to head back to the inn. How about you?” she asked, her meaning obvious.
“Yes,” he agreed, because he was beyond desperate to be alone with her.
She pulled back just enough for him to see the seductive smile on her lips. “Then what are you waiting for? I believe you promised to dishevel the fuck out of me, and I’m so ready for that.”
He groaned at those filthy, unfiltered words coming from her mouth, completely turned on that she could be so straightforward with him about what she wanted. “So am I,” he growled in a low voice.
She bit her bottom lip, the desire in her eyes unmistakable. “Then take me home and fuck me.”
A surge of lust rippled through him, and much to his relief, moments later the song ended, because he was this close to hoisting her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the venue like an uncivilized caveman. They made the rounds and said their goodbyes, which was the right and appropriate thing to do, but all Chase could think about was getting Lauren naked and burying his cock inside her, as deep as he could get.
The drive back to the inn was short, thank God, but that didn’t stop Lauren from leaning over the console as much as her seat belt would allow so she could slide her hand up his thigh and trail her fingers over the fly of his slacks. She whispered dirty things in his ear that heated his blood, then kissed and licked the side of his neck while palming and stroking his hard-as-a-rock dick through his pants. She was so bold and brazen and shameless, and he fucking loved it.
As they rushed into the inn after that bit of foreplay in the car, Chase was grateful it was late and that Betsy, or anyone else, wasn’t up to watch the way he grabbed Lauren’s hand and impatiently dragged her up the stairs with him. He heard her soft, sultry laughter, but she didn’t lag behind, clearly just as eager for this tryst as he was.
The second they stepped into their room and the door was closed and locked behind them, Lauren reached behind her to unzip her gown, while he toed off his shoes. They’d left the bedside lamp on when they’d left earlier so they’d have some light when they returned, and that’s all the illumination they needed.
When the silky lavender fabric dropped to the floor, she stepped out of the dress and approached him in a sexy-as-fuck lacy bra and matching panties that were a shimmering beige, those crystals heels still on her feet. It was all he could do not to bend her over the bed, strip her underwear to her thighs, and slam into her from behind, taking her right then and there.
She eagerly shoved his suit jacket off his shoulders while he loosened his tie and tossed it aside, the haste to get each other naked a wild and uncontrollable thing. He got rid of his cuff links as she started unfastening his shirt, her movements hurried, but a small sound of frustration escaped her lips when she kept fumbling with a particularly stubborn button.
She glanced up at him, her impatience obvious in her expression. “God, I just want to rip your damn shirt off.”
He found himself grinning as he remembered what she’d told him, how she’d had no urge to tear off her ex’s clothes because of the lack of passion between them. This moment spoke to her unbridled need and the urgency between them, and he wasn’t about to deprive her of something so provocative and sexy.
And fun, he realized. Something he’d never indulged in during sex, but felt so right with this woman who was always so playful and spirited.
He grabbed her fumbling hands and positioned them where the shirt was open right above that stubborn button. “Go ahead and do it,” he urged her huskily. “Rip my shirt open.”
He eyes widened in shock at his command, and then she quickly shook her head, sending her silky hair cascading across her bare shoulders. “I can’t do that! This shirt probably cost a small fortune.”
The garment had been pricey, but he didn’t give a damn. “Yeah, you can,” he said, and curled her fingers around the fabric so that she was now gripping it in her fists. “I want all that passion, baby. Give it to me.”
She bit her bottom lip, and he loved the way her eyes lit up as she gave in to temptation and pulled the sides apart, hard and fast, sending buttons flying in different directions and shredding his shirt apart in less than three seconds.
She laughed in delight as she shoved the shirt off him. “Oh, my God. That was so hot.”