Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
How was I supposed to reconcile all that? I couldn’t… so I pressed my hips up against his, clinging to him, savoring the way he tasted on my lips.
Just when I thought we’d continue forever in this blissful embrace, he shifted his weight. Without breaking contact, he rolled me onto my back so that he was leaning over me—and his knee pushed between my legs. Oh god. The heated skin of his muscled thigh pressed right to my center, with only the flimsy panties in between. I clutched at his back and his hair as the kiss grew more intense. My blood sped up—and pooled in my core.
I moaned, and he pushed his thigh more firmly between my legs. Without conscious thought, I ground into him, whimpering and holding him tight.
Then his hand landed on my hip, squeezing gently—then sliding under the t-shirt. A delicious chill ran along my spine, and everywhere he touched, my skin sizzled. All the while, he never stopped devouring my mouth. I’d never had a kiss last this long in my life, and I’d never have thought I’d want one to.
But now I knew better.
His hand slid up my side, under the shirt, and then his fingers wrapped around my ribcage—right below my breast. I froze. His mouth stilled on mine, as if waiting for my reaction. After a long moment, I ran my fingers through his short hair, pulling him closer. My back arched, and his hand rose higher, his thumb gliding to my nipple.
Oh god. He was good at that, too. He rolled my already hard nipple with the pad of his thumb, the pressure perfect. My breathing sped up, and I had to break away for air. Without missing a beat, his talented lips moved along my jawline and then to my throat.
It felt so damn fantastic—like he was touching me everywhere. It really felt that way. The tantalizing weight of him leaning over me. His hand on my breast, my nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger. His thigh between mine… I squeezed my legs around his, and the pressure against my clit increased.
My hips rolled, grinding against him as he nibbled my throat. Then he kissed lower, along the heated skin of my chest. His finger tugged at the neckline of the t-shirt, and my breath caught in my throat. Then my back arched upward, pressing my chest into his touch.
Lucas pulled the neckline down, but even though it was his shirt and big on me, it didn’t stretch as far as either of us wanted it to. He pushed himself up to a kneeling position, his knee still trapped between my legs. His fingers settled on the bottom hem of the t-shirt.
When he hesitated, I did it myself, the soft cotton gliding over my breasts as I slid it up. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, and then he was on all fours, hovering over me, his mouth zeroing in on my nipple.
Oh my god… those same lips that knew how to kiss better than anyone I’d ever met knew what to do to my breast, too. He drew my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he sucked on it with a sensuous pressure that seemed to travel down my body straight to my clit.
He caught my other nipple in his fingers again, and my groans filled the room as I ground against his hard thigh. Suddenly, the tension that had built up inside me boiled over.
My eyes flew open in shock as I cried out. My thighs clamped even harder around his, my whole body thrashing from an orgasm I hadn’t seen coming. Breathy cries escaped my dry throat as I clutched at any part of him I could reach. Then the waves of pleasure robbed me of my voice, and my back arched, my mouth open in a silent scream.
It was endless. It was too much. It was so damn good. And then I was gasping for air, my body still shaking, my brain struggling to catch up.
Lucas let my nipple slide out of his mouth with one final sweep of his tongue. “Breathe, Tori.” His hand rubbed along my side, soothing me like I was a spooked horse. “Just breathe.”
My voice returned. “Oh my god. I didn’t expect—oh my god.” An aftershock hit, and I whimpered as it reverberated through me.
“You’re okay,” he said softly. He stroked my hair, smoothing it away from my face. I finally managed to unclench the muscles in my legs, letting his go, and he moved back to his position at my side. “Everything’s good.”
He kissed my cheek gently, still brushing my hair away from my face. We were finally skin to skin, and I nestled against him. Everything about him was soothing and comforting, and it was the perfect way to come down from the explosive pleasure that had caught me by surprise.