Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
When our lips meet, it’s fire. He curls his hand into my hair and slips his tongue through the seam of my lips. I’m more than eager for him to do it. I grind down on top of him, and he groans, dragging his tongue along my bottom lip as he pulls back.
“Sam. God, Sam,” he grunts.
“I missed you. I missed you so freaking much.” I bat my eyelashes at him. “Did you miss these granny nightgowns?”
“Yes, I missed the nightgowns. I missed the dresses, the house, the cats, the farm, the silence, the fresh air, and the never-ending emptiness out here, but I missed you a thousand times more than any of that. An immeasurable amount.”
“Show me. Measure on me. I want you to show me in this nightgown. Show me out of it.”
He grins and says, “Okay, Samandra Jones. I’ll show you right out of it.”
“Do it again,” I demand.
He pauses, looking up at me, almost baffled. “I haven’t done anything yet, darling.” But oh, the dark promise his voice holds is seriously delicious.
“Do my name again.”
“Oh. Samandra Jones,” he drawls.
“Yes. That’s sexy.” I hold out the front of my nightgown for him to inspect. It’s one I made myself. I’ve been branching off into a granny-style lingerie and sleepwear line, but I haven’t posted anything to my website yet. I want to get ahead of orders because I anticipate that once people realize how hot floral, billowing, and almost shapeless bags that go down to the ankles are, they’ll order en masse. “Do you like this? I think it would be hot to keep it on for the first time. Especially since I’m not wearing any panties.”
Beau must really like the nightgown because he grabs me by the waist and flips me over onto my back. Then, he covers my body with his, and I can’t get him close enough fast enough. Fisting my hands in his T-shirt and wrapping my legs around his waist aren’t even close.
Beau skims his hand along my leg and up my thigh. He pushes fabric up the whole time, whatever hasn’t already ridden up with my own frantic movement and the sex gymnastics he just performed on me, spinning my world deliciously upside down. He’s perched right above me, his cock throbbing against my stomach. I want to unleash the beast. Badly.
Beau’s hand traces the outside of my upper thigh. Pushing the floral cotton up my belly, he sighs like he’s memorizing every curve along the way. He looks at me like I’m magic. The curtains were drawn, and I left the lights on. He can see all of me, and I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“I see you weren’t lying about the panties,” he growls huskily.
“No. Why bother when they’d only get in the way?”
He licks his lips. “I’m going to lick you now, darling.”
“Good. It’s been far too long since the last time. And don’t worry about condoms. I’ve had an IUD for years.”
He blows out a shocked breath, his eyes pure liquid heat. “Good. I didn’t bring any because I thought I might be getting ahead of myself.”
“You thought I might not even let you back into the house, let alone let you back into my bed.”
“I definitely thought you hated me.”
“If you want, we could pretend I don’t like you and have furious, nasty, dirty, filthy sex, but I’d rather do reality, where I like you very much, and we have furious, nasty, dirty, filthy sex.”
His cock kicks against my belly, and I can tell it likes that idea. He slants his mouth over mine and kisses me slowly. When my hips come up, searching for him, he puts his hand between us. I’m hot and soaked, but he’s hotter. His thumb feels like a trail of fire as he parts me and runs it up to my clit. I whimper against his lips, and he immediately groans like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, heard, seen, touched, and experienced.
He starts doing something with his thumb that I can only describe as holysomething wondersomething, and he matches it in time with the way he’s kissing me. He uses his tongue like he’s using his thumb, stroking mine as he strokes me down below. Beau is a good kisser, but he’s also amazingly good with his hands. I thought I’d never see this man again, let alone kiss him, savor him, touch him, know him, get under his skin, and maybe even get into his heart one day. I thought our lives were meant to be walked and lived separately. I’m so glad that wasn’t true, but part of me is still a little in disbelief. This is surreal. It’s also real, as in really damn good.
Beau kisses my lips, then feathers little ones over my neck. Right where the lace collar of the nightgown ends, he puts his lips. He kisses and tastes. Tastes and kisses. All while his thumb keeps stroking my clit. Faster. Faster. I’m desperate for it, desperate for him.