Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
We sat at the dim airport bar, and while he asked me questions about my dreams and what I enjoyed doing, he seemed genuinely interested, as if we weren’t just two strangers who would part ways in the morning. As if we were colleagues or friends, and I found myself enjoying the stress-free feeling of it all.
My heart leaped when he took my hand in his. I’d known this man for less than an hour, yet something about him was reassuring. His palms were warm and firm as if he’d either done this before or felt as confident as I did that something was right—about this, about now.
“Let’s get out of here.” His voice had deepened, the words so low that my whole body trembled at the sound.
I nodded quickly, too ensnared by his gaze to do anything but. I wanted this. I wanted this excitement to go further. I wasn’t sure where it would end, but the pounding in my chest and swirling in my core told me I was ready for all the excitement Ryan had to offer, and I’d succumb to the weakness it drew out of me.
Ryan offered to rent a room in the airport’s hotel, which meant I didn’t have to explain why a twenty-six-year-old still lived with her mom. I was glad we didn’t need a ride there, too afraid of risking a missed flight, and I didn’t want to be without an escape plan in case he turned out to be crazy.
When we found his room, I shucked off my jacket. He went into the bathroom while I propped my stuff against the wall by the door. I heard the faucet come on and then shut off almost as quickly before he came out. My eyes shot open. His broad chest glistened with the stray droplets that had splashed when he washed his face. He was more than ready, bulging through a pair of blue boxers as he stepped closer to me without an ounce of humility.
“You don’t mess around,” I said with a nervous laugh.
His gaze traveled up and down my body. “I can go slower.”
I bit my lip, welcoming the swirling pool in my stomach that ignited the flame from earlier. I wasn’t the innocent I was in high school, but I still felt like I was someone else tonight. I shook my head, then exhaled softly, my mind spinning as his fingers trailed tenderly down my neck, curving around my side, making me shiver. I sucked in a breath when he pinched my nipple through my shirt and leaned toward him.
His lips parted, and he grazed my body with his fingertips, gripping my shirt lightly and helping me out of it. I exhaled softly, stretching my arm so he could pull off my bra next, then stepped out of my pants. He pressed into me, and I realized he’d removed his boxers. His penis was hot and firm against my stomach, slowly moving down and making me hum with anticipation.
I pressed against his hairy chest, inhaling the scent of beer and salt on his breath as his lips met mine. Tomorrow could go to hell. Work could go to hell. The conference could wait. Every moment drew me deeper into euphoria, and my cares stayed behind. We landed on the bed in a plume of cool hotel room air and the cloud of a white duvet.
He grabbed my hips and flipped, so I was on top of him. “I don’t normally—”
“I don’t care,” I said, my core aching with need. I didn’t know whether he would say he didn’t normally do this to make me comfortable or because it was true, but either way, the siren within me had awakened, and I wanted to devour and be devoured.
I heard a wrapper, then spread my legs over him. The tip of his member pressed against my entrance. I sucked in a breath, then exhaled slowly. I descended on top of him as his thickness filled me wholly, stretching my walls and stealing my thoughts. It felt glorious. And freeing. I rocked slowly, moving around so I could feel every part of him inside me. He groaned, and my stomach fluttered at the sound.
“What do you like?” I murmured in his ear, kissing under his chin and smiling as the beard hair prickled my lips. “What do you want?”
He shivered beneath me, and his eyes were closed. He felt around until his hands found my legs, gripping and traveling to my butt. I squealed as he squeezed my cheeks, his fingers wrapping toward my center until they massaged around my entrance, playing and making my core pulse.
“What do you want?” I asked breathlessly, driving him deep into me, then slowly pulling up. I kept going, reveling in the bliss of his fullness and the euphoria that bloomed in my core and filled my whole being.