Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
She pauses, clearly thinking. “Maybe we need to get it out of our systems.”
Oh hell, do we ever. “We should enjoy the marital benefits then. It is our three-week anniversary after all.”
Her smile is the sexiest yes I’ve ever seen. “And I know what I want—friends with benefits. Husband and wife with benefits. Same idea?” she asks, like she’s testing out new terms.
Do I want more? Yes. But will I take what I can get for now? I absolutely will. I am not going to press my luck by saying anything further.
“Yes.” I let out a slow breath and wrap a hand tightly around her head. “And now I’d really like to fuck my wife the way I’ve been wanting to for a long, long time. With no regrets.”
38
WHEN YOU KISS ME LIKE THIS
Maeve
It doesn’t surprise me that Asher has a plan. He always has a plan. He always knows how to handle any situation.
Including, evidently, me.
Except I’m not entirely sure what to expect next, especially when he cups my jaw with a firm grip, levels me with a dark stare, and then says, in a voice that’s not at all friendly, “Don’t move.”
Like I’d do anything else but obey him. A shiver rushes down my back, and I nod. He runs his hand along the side of my hair, over my shoulder, along the top of my arm. Then he rises from the couch, watches me for a beat as he moves around the piece of furniture, and stands behind me.
Anticipation thrums through my body, like bubbles in a champagne glass, and I look up and back at him, wondering once more what his plan for me is but thrilled that he clearly has one.
He places both hands on my head, then runs them down gently over my hair. Stroking it. Once, twice, then a third time, before he gathers all my strands between his hands, sliding his fingers through them, fashioning them into a ponytail. His touch is soothing and sexy all at once. I’m warm everywhere, like honey.
His thumbs stroke my hairline tenderly. Then he lets go, bends down, and brings his face near mine, his breath coasting across my cheek. “Do you have any idea how sexy your neck is?”
I tremble, shaking my head. I’m not even sure I was aware that he was into my neck.
“Sometimes I stare at your neck. When I think you’re not looking. And I imagine kissing you there,” he says, his voice a husky rasp.
“You do?” I’m kind of amazed at the specificity of this…want.
“Let me show you,” he says. Then he sweeps my hair up to the left side and dusts a soft, sensual kiss to the back of my neck. My shoulders bunch up in pleasure. He takes his time, his lips traveling over my skin, then down the side of my neck toward my collarbone, pushing the T-shirt over an inch or so. He presses open-mouthed caresses there while he cups the side of my face in his left hand.
He’s holding me in place, in a firm grip that has me at his delicious mercy. He tugs my head to the left, stretching my neck and sweeping more dizzying kisses along my flesh. I murmur, shuddering with each druggy kiss he bestows.
It’s safe to say when he told me he wanted to fuck me, I didn’t think he’d start like this. With this slow, languid, exploration that has me feeling all loose and warm. “Fucking gorgeous, Maeve,” he whispers. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
He said that before—that he’s wanted me for so long. Since the auction, he must mean. Since I kissed him that night.
“What have you wanted?” I ask, needing to know what he’s pictured since then. If it’s been some of the same things I’ve imagined.
“I want to watch you melt. I want to hear you moan. Want to see you beg, crawl, fall apart.”
I gasp at the promise of all those things. “I’ll beg. I’ll crawl. I’ll come very hard,” I say, an easy promise since he’s made everything easy so far. His hands and mouth seem made for me.
I reach for him, lifting my hands to tug him a little closer. But he grabs my wrists, spreads my arms out wide, and curls his hands over mine, pinning them in place as he devastates my neck with the most luxurious, intoxicating kisses known to womankind.
I’m panting and gasping, caught up in a kiss trance. Both turned on and intrigued, I ask breathily, “What are you doing to me?”
Because I truly don’t know what his plan is.
He smiles down at me, a little wicked. “Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet,” he says, nipping at my jawline before he tips his forehead down to my lap, “show me.”
It takes me a few seconds to catch up to his meaning. When I do, my pulse beats wildly between my thighs.