Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Terms?”
“About a relationship.” That finger of his didn’t let up. It stroked and swirled around her clitoris. It sank lightly into the folds of her pussy. “I’d like to talk about what I want out of it, and I want you to tell me what you want. How you want us to relate to each other.”
“I was going to go with the flow.”
“How has that worked out for you so far?” He whispered the question. “Because it hasn’t worked for me, and I don’t want this to fade away. I’d like to try with you. I’d like to go into this with a seriousness of purpose. If I was going with the flow, I would already have you on your back and I would be finished. My instinct tells me to take you as hard and fast as I can. I’m fighting that instinct because I want this to be good for you. Trust me. It’s not my instinct to talk about relationships, but I’ve learned if I want a good one, I have to try.”
Going with the flow hadn’t worked for her. Not in sex and not in relationships. If he was willing to try, then so was she. She knew a bit about the lifestyle he was talking about. Who didn’t know a bit? She wasn’t afraid. If they could ease into it, it might be fun to focus on sex for once, to figure out what truly worked for her and what didn’t.
If he was willing to be serious about a relationship, how serious would he be about pleasure?
“Yes.”
He dragged his tongue over the shell of her ear before nipping it and sending a thrill of arousal zinging through her like lightning. “Yes to what?”
“Everything.” She wasn’t about to say no to the man who was playing her body like an instrument. And he was a maestro.
“Excellent, because I want everything from you. Starting now.” He pressed gently against her clit and rotated again and again until she couldn’t hold back. A rush of pleasure took her over, and she moaned and gasped in his arms. She could feel her pussy soaking her undies and his hand, but in that moment she couldn’t make herself care.
Every muscle of her body suddenly felt loose and relaxed. She wasn’t what she would call a relaxed person. She’d grown up knowing how hard the world could be, that every moment could potentially bring disaster. It made her calm in the face of danger, but not relaxed.
She was not the kind of woman who slumped in a guy’s arms and expected him to keep her from falling, and yet that was exactly what Drake did. Instead of hitting the floor, she found herself wrapped up in his arms, and he turned toward the bed. It wasn’t a big bed. They didn’t do big beds in tiny European cabins, but she got the feeling it would be nice to cuddle with him.
After he had his turn.
He laid her down on the bed, but not the way she thought he would. Not with her head on the pillow, but rather across. He brought one foot up and dragged the sock off. She should be cold without her shirt, and likely would have been had her body not been hot with arousal. Even now that she was coming down from the first orgasm, she was already heating up again. It was bound to be disappointing since she’d never actually orgasmed from penetration, but she didn’t care. He’d taken time to ensure she’d had some pleasure, and now she would wrap herself around him while he had his.
He ran his teeth over the arch of her foot, and a shudder went through her. He lightly dragged the edge over her delicate skin and up her calf. The sensation was stimulating in a jangly, worrying way. Would he bite down or simply make her skin tingle?
If it had been anyone else, she would have moved away, but she was fascinated with him, with the way he was both predatory and tender at the same time. He moved to her other foot, giving it the same attention, pushing up the leg of her pajama bottoms when he kissed and nibbled on her calf, making her skin sing with sensation. “I told you I would make a meal out of you.”
She shook her head. “No, you didn’t. There was talk about contracts and ending up in bed, but no meals.”
The sexiest smirk hit his lips, and he gripped her pajama bottoms and dragged them off her with a single sweep of his hands. “Then let me warn you. I’m hungry, Taylor, and you smell fucking delicious. Look at that. That’s all for me.”
He was staring at her underwear. Her soaking wet underwear. He’d pulled her down the bed along with her pants, and now he stood between her legs, his eyes on her pussy, which he could plainly see because she was wearing white cotton undies and they’d soaked through. A wet T-shirt on her privates.