Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“What time did you come in?”
“Two-ish.”
“You need more sleep,” I said, trying not to be disappointed about that fact when I was fully rested and ready to spend more time with him.
“Nah,” he said, his fingers still on my hip, digging in a bit.
“Four hours isn’t enough.”
“More than enough,” he countered, ducking his head down, his breath warm on my neck. “Besides, I have something I need more than sleep.”
“What’s that?” I asked, a shiver moving through my belly as his lips pressed into the skin just under my ear.
“You,” he said, rolling onto his back, pulling me over him, then sealing his lips to mine.
My body moved on pure instinct, legs parting to straddle him, my hands reaching to frame his face.
His lips grew hungrier under mine, demanding more, even as his hands slid down my back to sink into my butt, pulling down, grinding me against his already straining need.
There was no stopping the whimper of need that moved through me, making me break the kiss and press my forehead to Sully’s as his hips rocked up against me.
Heat bloomed through me, sparked, caught, burned until it threatened to consume me completely.
Sully sat up, making his cock press against me again even as his hand went to the back of my neck, fingers nearly crushing in as his lips took mine again.
Hard.
Almost bruising.
And I loved that he didn’t think that he needed to be gentle with me, that because I was a little shy, a bit unsure of myself at times, that I was somehow breakable.
My desire was just as bold and demanding as anyone else’s. And, if anything, his slipping hold on his control was just what I needed to reassure me if one of those pesky, insecure thoughts arose.
Sully’s teeth snagged my lower lip, biting and pulling until a whimper escaped me, half pain, half pleasure.
My hips writhed against him, letting him know how much I liked his lack of control.
Breaking the kiss, his bright eyes found mine, his gaze molten, watching me for a moment while I ground against his hardness, shameless in my need.
His hands slid down my body, stopping at my hips, then sliding upward, teasing under my shirt, his warm fingers on my skin making a shiver rack my system.
His head ducked, lips on that spot right where my neck met my shoulder, kissing, flicking his tongue, as his fingers teased up over my ribs, splayed just a fraction too low from where I was aching for him to touch.
“Sully,” I whimpered, fingers digging into the material of his tee. A tee that I suddenly violently hated, wanting it off of him as soon as possible.
My hands were demanding then, pulling at the t-shirt until Sully moved back and raised his arms, letting me pull it off him.
But before I could let my fingers explore him, trace the indents of his abdominal muscles, and get to know the curves of his tattoos, his hands were reaching for my shirt.
I’d never been so desperate to be free of it before, my hands going straight up as he reached to pull it off, his gaze staying on mine for a long second before drifting lower.
The sound that escaped him was something feral, close to a growl, and it had my sex clenching hard, my hips rocking to meet the need.
My breath caught as his hands moved to cover my breasts, squeezing, making my head fall back on a sigh as my nipples immediately responded, twisting into painfully tightened buds.
A groan moved through Sully as his hands shifted, his thumbs and forefingers seeking my nipples and doing delicious little rolls.
But as I whimpered and rocked against him, his fingers grew tighter and rolled harder.
“Sully,” I sighed, hips moving side to side impatiently, needing more friction than I was getting.
“Love you moaning my name, baby,” he said. “But I’m not done exploring yet,” he told me.
His hands slid to my sides, pulling me upward, making close contact with his lap. There was no stopping the grumble that escaped me at the loss of that much-needed friction.
But then Sully’s head was moving between my breasts, making my heart thunder against my ribcage as his soft hair tickled my overly sensitive skin.
His lips pressed a sweet little kiss between the swells before his head suddenly shifted, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth hard.
The sound that escaped me was a choke as my hand slapped to the back of his head, holding him against me as he sucked in strobe-like motions. Then his tongue traced. His teeth grazed.
Just when I thought I could come just from that, his head shifted to allow him to continue the sweet torment with my other nipple.
My chest felt tight from my panting breath by the time he released me.
Then his hands were going down my legs, slipping down the backs of my thighs, then hooking behind my knees and pulling hard.