Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 106001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
She lifts her hips, her body begging.
Then, I answer her with a question. “Do you want me to seduce you, Harlow?”
She pushes up higher on her elbows, pinning me with her vulnerable gaze. “I’ve always wanted that,” she says, then she sweeps a hand down her body, over her breasts, along her belly, and pushes her fingers inside her panties.
My mind spins with lust. Her hand slides farther, then out, and she lifts her fingers to my face, offering herself to me.
I grasp her wrist, then lick off the heady taste of her.
“Take them off. Now,” she says in a trembling command and it’s a reminder too—that I am at her mercy.
I comply, slowly, torturously slowly, pulling them down, over her thighs, then off.
I set her feet back on the edge of the desk.
Then, I spread her legs wide, and it feels like going to church.
Unholy, wicked, church where I intend to worship this goddess.
33
AN INDECENT KISS
Harlow
I’m shaking with lust.
Desire.
And so much emotion I don’t even know if there is room inside me for all of these feelings.
It’s like I’ll burst with all this exquisite newness.
Especially since Bridger gazes at me with fire in his eyes. I can barely withstand how good I feel right now, spread out on his desk like dessert, my skirt hiked up to my waist, my body revealed to him.
He can’t stop staring. He won’t stop touching.
I feel adored.
Is it foolish of me to think this is more than sex? It feels that way to me. I don’t have many benchmarks. I can’t even compare him to anyone else.
But his hands touch me reverently. His eyes regard me worshipfully. And when he kisses his way along my thighs and at last, at long last, presses an absolutely indecent kiss where I want him most, I swear I can feel his storm of emotions too.
I gasp, arching my back, grabbing his head, then lacing my fingers through his soft, dark hair.
I want to close my eyes and bask in these gloriously wicked sensations as he kisses me. It’s like a filthy French kiss, chased by his hungry noises. But I don’t dare close my eyes. I’ve dreamed about this. Far too much. I’ve longed for this too many times. I’ve pictured us just like this.
And he’s eating me like I am breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.
His soft lips kiss and then devour. Graze and then suck.
Pleasure radiates from my center, through my bones, under my skin. My whole body sings.
My hands rope through his hair as I rock against his mouth.
He kisses me more deeply all while his possessive hands travel up my belly, then around my waist, then down to my ass.
He squeezes my cheeks. Gripping hard. Then harder still. Like he won’t let go of me. God, I don’t want him to ever let go of me. I don’t want him to stop. Not the kissing. Not the going down on me, and not the seeing me.
I don’t want to stop anything. I want so much more of him.
He groans. Carnal. Possessed. He stops, looks up at me, his expression savage and lust-struck. “You taste fucking incredible. I just don’t want to stop,” he says, urgent, pleading.
Reading my mind and my body all at once.
It’s dark and dangerous the way he says I don’t want to stop.
Like he means so much more than this moment.
Than this act on his desk.
It’s like he’s offering a risky promise to me—that we won’t stop. I swallow roughly, hunting for words to match my emotions as I curl my hands tighter in his hair. “Please don’t stop. You have no idea.”
His lips quirk up in a wicked grin. “No idea what?”
“How much I want you,” I say, my whole body shuddering.
He lifts his chin, his smile confident, determined. “You want to come, honey? You want to come on my face?”
Who is this man? With that dirty mouth, the filthy eyes, the hungry hands?
My man.
He is my man right now. And we are seducing each other at last. “So much,” I murmur.
He slides his hands under my ass, cupping me then lifting me back to his mouth.
And I am just lost in this deep, passionate indulgence.
From the sounds of it, he is too. His groans are filthy and beautiful.
I’m so close that the twist of pleasure coils in my belly. All our carnal sounds mingle together.
And then, I hear a ring.
Sharp, abrasive. Too loud.
He ignores his phone, licking me more fiercely, determinedly. Thank god. But my phone goes off next, seconds later. Like a braying cow.
Then his phone barks again.
It’s enough noise to break the moment.
I push up higher on my elbows. I turn toward mine first, but I can’t see who the missed call is from. Then we both turn toward the offending sound coming from his phone, rattling on his desk, inches away from my naked legs.