Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
That feeling of power only lasted a heartbeat before I glanced down at his flat stomach and the V between his hips. Holy hell. I wanted to shove his pants out of the way to see more, but I also wanted this moment to last.
The sexual tension between us was off the charts, and each second we waited made it more powerful. The desire in his eyes held a desperation that matched my own.
The last few days of keeping my distance from him was like holding back an avalanche. I didn’t know what we had, but he’d become much more to me than a job. Maybe none of this made sense, and I’d never see him again once the job was done, but right now, I’d take this moment over never having it at all.
He reached for me, but I stepped back. Doubt flared in his eyes until I kicked my shoes off and tugged my jeans down my hips. As they fell around my feet, I stepped out of them, wearing only a black, lace thong. He took a step toward me, but I held up my hand again.
Stopping, he swallowed, his eyes darkening as he drank in the sight of my body. He closed them for a split second, signs of strain on his face. “Babe… I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I want you so bad it hurts.”
Feeling more powerful, I slowly pushed my underwear down my body, watching his chest catch while he held his breath. Fully exposed and vulnerable, I stepped closer to him, trailing my fingers across his chest. He quivered at my touch, and I glanced into his eyes with a saucy grin. “I kind of like you like this.”
His lips twisted into that sexy grin of his, and it took all my will power to play this game I’d started. “Babe… you’re killing me.”
I glanced down at his jeans and my mouth went dry. I knew he was a big guy, but if that bulge was any indication, he wasn’t kidding about it hurting. “Uh… we’d better get you out of those.”
He bent down to take off his shoes and socks, before straightening. “You want to finish this?” He raised a brow, challenging me.
I chewed on my bottom lip, unsure if I could do it without causing him pain. “Uh… okay. I’ll try and be careful, but no promises.”
He snorted, but waited for me to get busy. Instead of pushing his jeans down, I ran my hands over his chest and down his stomach to the V of his groin. Using both hands, I turned them so my fingers were pointed down his thighs and began to move them lower. His earthy scent filled my nostrils, and I wondered why the hell I was taking so long.
Stone inhaled sharply, then tugged his jeans away from his body to finish the job.
“Whoa.” My eyes widened, and I glanced over his body while he kicked his jeans away from his feet. Now it was my turn to drink my fill, and he held perfectly still while my gaze roamed over every perfect inch of him. He literally took my breath away. “Wow.”
A satisfied grin split his lips before he moved toward me. I stepped his way at the same time, and our bodies crashed somewhere in the middle. I stood on my tiptoes and plastered my breasts against his chest. For some reason, I couldn’t seem to get close enough.
Stone picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. Laying me on my bed, he followed, taking me with him to his side. Gently holding my head, his frantic kisses stole my breath until I could hardly breathe.
We both pulled apart. Breathing heavily, he met my gaze. “I need a condom.”
Still breathless, I managed to speak. “I have some… right there. In my bedside table. Top drawer.”
Relief filled his eyes, and he stepped from the bed and pulled the drawer open, only taking a moment to find one and open the foil.
“Let me.” Scooting to the edge of the bed, I took it from him. Swallowing, my lips dropped open as I slid it over his erection. He groaned and I glanced up at him, an impish grin on my face. He narrowed his eyes, hesitating a moment before he began to tickle me.
I shrieked and tried to escape, moaning and laughing at the same time. We fell on the bed and our wrestling movements turned into passion. He claimed my lips, and his hands roamed over my body, rubbing expertly over my core and sending me into oblivion. Our movements changed into a frantic rhythm, only slowing for a few seconds while he paused to enter me.
I opened for him, and a shudder rushed through me to feel him inside. I groaned, wanting to take every inch of him into my core, and savoring each and every second of this moment in his embrace.