Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Shock and excitement, I’m sure.
“What are you going to do?” Her words are panting and breathless.
“Do?” I shake my head like a wet dog, shaking off the droplets of water dripping from my hair to my face, making her laugh. I use the opportunity to wrestle the spatula from her hand.
“What are you going to do with it?” Is she excited or worried? Probably a bit of both.
“That’s two questions,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to her ear. Her breath hitches as I press my teeth to the shell. “Which do you want the answer to?”
“Both, of course.”
“So greedy.” I can feel her heart beating as I carry her over to the sofa. The fight having drained from her body, she’s compliant as I bend her over the back of it.
“You won’t—”
Her words halt as I slide the copper edge up the back of her thigh. “Won’t what, Blondie? What do you think I’m not capable of?”
“Cruelty,” she whispers, as her fingers curl over the sofa, and she presses her temptation of an arse out.
“Do you think I should punish you?” I purr as the edge of the copper implement reaches the crease between her thigh and her buttock. I notice the tremor in my hand. My heart hammers in my chest. There’s exhilaration and excitement, yes. But that’s not all I feel. I won’t say love is a stranger to me because I’ve felt love and I have love for my family. But the romantic kind of love? I’m not entirely sure what that is. And while I won’t say I’m in love now, whatever this is, its will is stronger than my own.
A droplet of water rolls around my bicep, dropping to the floor as I lift my arm. I swing my arm wide and bring the spatula down on the right buttock.
“That’s for defying me,” I growl as she cries out a needy sound. For going out on a date when she knows I can give her everything she needs. The next swipe comes from underneath and without the same kind of intensity. “And that’s because you drive me to the brink of insanity.” Copper thuds against the wood as I drop it, bending to paint a wet stripe along the offended cheek. She moans as I slide my tongue along the crease.
“And that one?” Her words are a slide into hope as she tips up onto her toes.
“Because I fucking need it,” I rasp, dropping to my knees like a penitent before burying my face in her pussy.
She cries out, her desperation sending a prickle of sensation across my skin. I make an anklet of my fingers, sliding her leg wider, burying my tongue into the very center of her.
“Oh God. Whit, no. It’s too much.” She squirms as though trying to get away when I bring my hand down on her backside. “Oh!”
“Stop wriggling.”
“It feels so dirty.”
“Stop wriggling.” I spank her again, one stinging swipe that makes her pussy pulse. “Before I bury my tongue in your arse.”
“No!” But there’s a hint of something there to explore later as her clit throbs around my fingers, as I drive my tongue against her again and again. I feel like a starving man let loose at a feast, not sure where he wants to start, only that he wants to gorge.
“You’re so wet for me, Amelia. So shiny and your arousal sweet.”
She whimpers, the anticipation of her falling like a tiny explosion of delight deep in my chest. Her honied whispers turn to cries, her knees locking as the waves of her orgasm begin to pull her under. I don’t let up. I can’t touch enough, kiss enough, be enough. I want to taste every inch of her silky skin. Make her see that there is no one on this earth who could make her feel this way. That only I am meant to.
Shit.
Shit. Oh shit!
I lean back on my heels, the thoughts in my head running free now, unable to be ignored. I love her. I love her, and I’m so screwed.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I look up as she begins to turn; it might be minutes or an hour after she’s come. It’s hard to tell.
“Wow. I feel like a foal,” she says, her limbs slightly uncoordinated. Meanwhile, I just sit there, staring at the woman who ought to belong to me.
Who will belong to me. I’ve just got to figure out how.
“Whit? Are you okay?”
My mouth hooks up in one corner as my gaze slides over her. “Yeah. I’m good.” I’m terrified but, “Actually, I’m amazing.”
“Oh yes, you are.” She tilts her head to hide her smile as I push up from the floor.
“Can I?” Her words are tentative as she gestures to the towel. Without waiting for an answer, she pulls the edge free.