Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Tell me you're awake,” I say, cupping one of her cheeks. “Tell me you want this. Want me.” I know she’s awake, but verbal consent is just as important to me as body language consent.
She gives me a sleepy smile and rolls her hips against me. “What do you think, hero?”
I growl, low and rumbly. “I think you're a wicked little damsel. One who woke up with a need only I can satisfy.”
She kisses me quickly, then pulls back. “What else is a girl to do when she wakes up with Lawson Wolfe in her bed?”
I nip at her bottom lip, gliding my hands over her body until I'm clutching the globes of her ass. I move her on me, dragging her center right over my hard cock in a long, hot tease. She gasps, trembling as her head falls back.
“Do that again,” she says. “Please.”
“Only if you tell me you're awake and you want this.”
Her eyes find mine again in the darkness, and she slides her fingers through my hair, gripping the strands just tight enough to sting. “I'm awake, Lawson,” she says, her voice breathless. “And I want you. Do you want me?”
The way the seriousness cuts into her last question nearly breaks my fucking heart. I move her on me again, never losing her gaze. “Can't you tell how badly I want you?”
“Then you have me,” she says. “No strings?”
I don't understand the ripple of disappointment that flies through me, but it’s quickly replaced when her mouth falls on mine. “No strings,” I say against her lips.
Those words have some kind of unleashing effect on her because she breaks our kiss and rids herself of her top, revealing that she’s not wearing a bra. If I hadn’t been sitting down, I would’ve fallen, because fuck me she's gorgeous.
“Goddamn, you're beautiful,” I say, immediately cupping her breasts, massaging them before I move to suck one of her pink nipples into my mouth. I do it hard enough that she gasps, then I soothe the sting with a few laps of my tongue until she's pert for me. I repeat the process on the next one, a bead of precome gathering on the tip of my cock even though we're just getting started.
“Lawson,” Blakely breathes my name as I kiss every inch of skin I can reach. “I...I...”
I lift her, gently spinning her so she's on her back and I'm between her thighs. I gauge her reaction as I hook my fingers into the band of her pajama bottoms, then give her a delightful growl when she lifts that perfect ass off the bed, silently allowing me to drag those pants off her legs and toss them behind me.
I'm on my knees before her, looking down and drinking in the perfection. It's dark in here, but a little bit of moonlight is all I need to know she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. A strip of blonde curls covers her glistening pussy, and I damn near go weak at the knees at the sight of her.
I gather my shirt and pull it over my head, tossing it to join her clothes on her floor. I make quick work of the sweats, only then realizing one major problem.
“Fuck,” I growl. “Condom.” I murmur the word as I dip down and kiss her again, working my way down her chest and over the soft plains of her stomach.
“Nightstand,” she says breathlessly.
I don't hesitate to go where she glances and find the delightful foil packet resting among a whole pack in her drawer.
“Good,” I say. “Smart girl.”
“I bought them after Clay's party,” she says, and her words resonate in every inch of my body.
“You bought these for me?” I ask, glancing down at her.
She nods, a flash of nervousness spilling over her features.
I lean over her, kissing her gently before pulling back. “We don't have to do this,” I say. Even as rock hard and aching as I am to sink into her perfect body, I’ll never do anything that makes her uncomfortable.
“No, please don't stop,” she says, her hands flying between us to stroke my bare cock.
I groan, thrusting into her delicate hands, loving the way she squeezes me.
“I just...” She hesitates again, and I tilt my head, trying hard as hell to focus on what she's saying, but it's hard when she's stroking me like she is. “You know my history,” she says. “I don't know as much as you. What if I do something wrong?”
“Oh, fuck,” I say, relief barreling through me. Is that all she’s worried about? “Blakely,” I continue. “You could never do anything wrong. I’m turned on by every single thing you do. You focus on doing whatever feels good to you and tell me if you want me to stop. That's all you have to do. Do you trust me?”