Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
His expression hardens, his fingers stilling their soft caress. “Who—?” He bites off the question, his eyes closing. “No. Not now. We’ll discuss that later. Anything else?”
“I can’t think of anything now.” I’m starting to lose the ability to think at all. “What about you? Is there anything you don’t like?”
For a long second, Reed merely looks at me, his brows drawn. “No one’s ever asked me that before. Hold on while I think.”
He means ‘hold on’ literally, because he scoops me up and sits on the side of the bed with me straddling his hips—lowering me carefully, I realize, not so he doesn’t crush his erection but to make sure I don’t land on the bruised muscle of his thigh. He wraps a forearm around my back, as if to hold me in place.
His free hand begins undoing the buttons of my pajama shirt. “I prefer that you don’t call me James while you’re coming.”
“Say what?”
“It happened once.”
I study his face. His focus is on his fingers—and maybe on everything that he’s revealing beneath my pajamas—but I can’t read his expression. “Is that a sad story or a funny one?”
“Funny.”
I’m glad. It’s so strange, the realization that I don’t want to think of Reed being hurt. Especially if he cared enough for another woman to be hurt. “I’ll try not to forget your name, then.”
“I don’t think it was a matter of forgetting, but pretending she was with someone else. I suppose it’s a sad story for her.”
Sounds like one. “I’m not pining for anyone named James or otherwise, so we’re in the clear. Any other dislikes?”
“Just one.” Finished with the buttons, he cups my face, rubs his thumb over my upper lip. “Don’t fake anything with me, Abbie girl. Make me work for it if you’re not enjoying it.”
Heart pounding, I nod. “Anything else?”
“No.”
“Then I’d like you to get to work now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says and hauls me in, claiming my mouth in a kiss that’s good, still so good, but one that seems to take everything he discovered in our kisses before and spins it into a new purpose.
I can’t smile against his mouth anymore because I’m too busy hanging on, withstanding the new onslaught that is Reed’s mouth. Before there was hunger and sweetness and fun but now there’s fire, searing everything, stealing all of the oxygen and leaving me gasping, pulling him closer, trying to get more. My hands push into his hair—and he winces into our kiss, because I forgot. I forgot that he’d gotten whacked.
I blather a “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
“S’alright, Abbie.” His lips reddened, looking somewhat dazed, he pulls back—and I’m so sorry then, until he lifts my breast and dips his head. Then there’s fire again, drawing my nipple into the heat of his mouth, burning me straight through.
And I want more, more, more. I arch back against the iron bar of his forearm, offering him better access—and that movement rocks my center against the rigid stand of his cock. He moans around my nipple, a sound that rumbles over his tongue and injects into my blood, because the fire spreads downward and I rub again, and again, my knees digging into the bed on either side of his hips, using that leverage to ride his full length, pussy-soaked cotton against cotton pulled taut over hardened flesh, the friction over my clit so maddening but so unbearably delicious.
Groaning, he releases my nipple and presses his face into the softness of my breast. His hand grips my ass, slowing me just a little, meeting each rock of my hips with a subtle lift of his own. “It was hot as fuck when you did this the other morning. I wanted to fill you with my cock right there.”
A laugh escapes through my ragged breaths. “I shouldn’t have been so surprised to wake up that way. I saw your dick when you got into bed. It took me hours to stop thinking of it. But then apparently I dreamed of it.”
He looks up at me, eyes narrowing. “I’ll have to fix that.”
“Fix what?”
“You stopped thinking of it. I’ll make it so you never do again. I’ll get so deep into you, you’ll always be feeling it. But let’s get you wet enough, first.”
I’m pretty sure that I’m already wet enough, but I’d be the last person to protest when Reed flips us around, goes down to his knees and drags my ass to the edge of the mattress. His fingers hook into my panties and he strips them off, then pushes my thighs wide.
“Christ. Look at you.” His voice is deep and reverent. His hands cup my knees, holding me spread, and he bows his head to kiss the soft skin halfway up my inner thigh. “Such a sweet little cunt. I should get my fill of looking in now, before I’ve wrecked it.”