Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
"I don't care how your place looks, Natalie." I don’t know what it is, but I love that he calls me by my full name, never shortening it. I turn around when my lock clicks, pulling out the key in the process to face him.
“It’s small too,” I warn him. After seeing the building his office is in, I can only imagine his place is way swankier than this. Dylan steps in even closer, his body pressing against mine. I feel his arm slip around to the doorknob. He’s so close that any and all thoughts that are not about how his body feels pressed to mine vanish immediately.
“All I care about is you.” His eyes drop to my mouth. I lick my lips. Is he going to kiss me? My mouth aches for him to do so. Hell, my whole body is aching at this point.
“Well” is all I get out before Dylan is kissing me. I wrap my hands around his neck, and for a brief moment, we share a soft kiss. It quickly turns, our mouths parting so we can deepen it. His tongue meets mine with firm strokes. I can’t help the moan that leaves me at how good this feels.
I hear my door open, and before I know it, Dylan's hands are on my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around him. He carries me inside, kicking the door closed behind him.
He spins, pinning my back to the wall just inside the entryway, his hard cock pressing exactly where I need it. The ache between my thighs grows with each second his mouth works mine over. I am shameless at this moment, rubbing myself against him. For once, allowing myself to be carefree. To give in to this attraction and to hell with everything else.
“Bed?” he asks, pulling his mouth from mine to move to my neck. I sink my fingers into his hair, tilting my head.
“The only door on the left,” I get out. The next thing I know, we’re in my bedroom, Dylan coming down over me, pinning me to the bed. He pushes my shirt up. I go for the snap in the center of the bra.
“That’s convenient.” It really is. I'm just glad that I put on a matching pair of panties and bra today. That’s not always the case. Most of the time I do a grab-and-go because no one will be seeing them but me.
One of his hands cups my breast, his thumb feathering across my nipple, making it as hard as granite. I arch my back, attempting to press deeper into his palm. I didn’t know I would be so sensitive there.
“More,” I whisper. Dylan leans down.
“You always smell so damn good. I bet you taste it too. Don’t you, baby?” His tongue circles my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. My only answer to his question is moaning. His other hand is now playing with my breast as well. He sucks my nipple like it is his favorite candy treat before he moves to give the other the same attention.
The pleasure is too much but too little at the same time. It’s driving me crazy, but I still need more. Answering my silent plea, Dylan’s hand slips down farther, flipping the button of my pants.
“Knew you’d be sweet. Addictive.” His mouth moves down my body, laying a wake of open-mouthed kisses as he goes. I watch him, unable to pull my eyes away. “But I’m going to need more.” Dylan starts to stand, and I go to protest. “Not going anywhere, baby.”
He removes my pants; my heels must have fallen off when he picked me up. I hadn’t noticed till right now.
“Get the shirt all the way off,” he orders. The firmness in his tone shouldn't turn me on more, but it does. Everything about this man seems to have that effect on me, to be honest. I quickly yank the shirt off over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties while Dylan is still fully dressed.
Suddenly, shyness starts to fill me until I see Dylan’s eyes eat up every inch of me, taking me in like he’s imprinting it to his memory. You'd think I was the only woman he's ever laid out this way before.
He has no clue that he’s the only man I’ve ever been with this way. His jealousy in the restaurant should have been a warning sign, but it wasn't. I found that I enjoyed the reaction he had. I don't recall a man ever being possessive over me. It turned me on that Dylan hated the thought of me with anyone else.
"You know how fucking beautiful you are?" He places one hand on the bed; the other he uses to trace the top of my soft blue panties. "Is this for me?" With one finger, he slides it down the center, hitting my clit and causing my hips to jerk. "I do this to you?" I realize there's a wet spot that's soaked through.