Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Take control.
The hot kiss went on for what seemed an impossibly long time before Tripp slowed it down, his lips softly nuzzling hers as they shared deep, gasping breaths. Her entire body was unbearably aroused, from her tight, sensitive nipples, to the heat swirling in her belly, to how her panties were soaked to the point of being ruined.
He finally lifted his mouth from hers, his touch on her face gentling, which contradicted the fierce, possessive gleam in his eyes. She licked her bottom lip and shivered at that intense look, and a low, warning growl rumbled in his chest.
“You’re making it very hard for me to be a gentleman,” he said huskily.
She deliberately moved her hips against his, tempting and teasing him. “I don’t want a drink. I don’t want to talk and relax,” she said, reiterating the words he’d used earlier at the bar. “And I certainly don’t want you to be a gentleman tonight.”
A slow, sinful smile tipped up the corners of his mouth as he stroked his fingers along her cheek. “Then what do you want, baby girl?”
That sweet name he’d used to call her made Skye melt inside and added more fuel to the desire already overwhelming her. “You,” she whispered, staring directly into his eyes. “Tonight, I want you.”
He arched a brow, a devilish light in his eyes. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”
She knew how to play these sexy, dirty games with Tripp, since he’d been the one who’d taught her to vocalize her needs. It had been a long time since she’d been able to do that, and knowing how much her bold words turned him on, she didn’t hold back. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured, approval in his tone. “How about this instead . . . I’m going to make you beg for it first.”
“You can certainly try,” she said, challenging him.
He touched his fingers beneath her chin, and tipped her head back further, staring down at her. “I was wondering where my feisty, uninhibited girl was,” he murmured. “Glad to see she’s still there.”
She didn’t doubt he’d noticed how reserved and guarded she’d been earlier in the bar, and there were certain aspects of her recent past that still kept her emotionally cautious. But sexually, there was no reason for her to hold back because with Tripp, she didn’t have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing, or triggering a violent temper.
Intending to give him more of her bold, assertive side, she lowered her hands to the waistband of his slacks, but before she could unbuckle his slim black belt he caught her wrists and stopped her.
“Not so fast,” he said with a shake of his head. “Put your hands flat against the wall at your sides and keep them there until I say you can move them.”
She followed through with his request, and when he was satisfied that she’d complied he began slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse, the warm tips of his fingers grazing across her skin. Once the top was completely unfastened, he pulled the hem from the waistband of her jeans, then shoved it down her arms and let it drop to the floor. Instead of removing her bra like she expected him to, he pushed both straps off her shoulders, then peeled the lace cups down, until her full breasts were exposed to his gaze. He left her like that, indecently half-dressed and dying for his illicit touch.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured huskily, staring down at her chest as he ran his fingers over her stiff nipples, before giving them a pinch that made her gasp and arch her back toward his hand in a silent plea for more.
He smiled knowingly, then dipped his head down, skimming his warm, damp lips, and his tongue, along the side of her neck. A shiver wracked her body, and she had to resist the urge to grab his hair and push his mouth down to her aching nipples. Instead, she kept her hands in place and endured the torment of him licking her skin and slowly kissing his way down to her collarbone.
A whimper of need escaped her before she could stop the sound, and he gave her a little love bite along her bare shoulder, making her knees threaten to buckle.
“Ready to beg yet?” he asked against her ear, sounding way too arrogant about his ability to seduce her, as he should since she was nearly there.
“Not even close,” she lied breathlessly.
She felt him smirk against her skin. “Hmm . . . then let me try a little harder.”
He kissed his way down to the swell of her cleavage, then a bit lower. His lips surrounded one peak and sucked it deeply into his mouth, while he cupped the opposite breast, using his fingers to pinch and tweak the nipple. The velvet slide of his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, along with the graze of his teeth, had her panting for breath and nearly shaking with need.