Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 135696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
He let me go at the top, and I opened my eyes to being able to see due to the moonlight flooding his room, and then my arms were up, and I was blind again because my sweater was being pulled over my head.
My hair tumbled down while I watched Riggs’s sweater go off.
The moonlight shaded the muscles of his chest, arms and shoulders. My legs trembled. His hands went back to my hips, and he hustled me to bed.
I fell back, he fell on top of me, and he was right.
It was on.
There was a lot of kissing—a lot—but I had that body to explore, the one I’d wanted my hands on since the first time I saw him run into my yard, slick with sweat.
And I explored it.
That was, I did until he undid the button of my jeans, slid the zip down, and dove right inside.
He didn’t mess around.
He glided a finger over my clit, through my wet, and buried it inside me.
My head shot back.
Riggs put his lips to my throat and growled as his finger stroked aggressively.
I didn’t hesitate.
This was my ride, and I rode it.
His lips went up the side of my neck, he nipped my earlobe and whispered, “Yeah, honey.”
“Riggs,” I panted.
“I hear you,” he murmured, and his finger went away, as did his entire hand, so, clearly, he didn’t hear me correctly.
Then my jeans and panties were whisked away with a fierce tug, and okay, maybe he did hear me.
I went after the buttons on his jeans as he reached for a condom.
I got the last button undone and yanked them over his hips, Riggs helping by bucking them up powerfully.
Just that nearly sent me over the edge.
Lord, have mercy.
His cock sprang out, and from what I could tell in the dark, I liked it, very much, and he immediately rolled a condom on one-handed and expertly.
Not expert enough. I nearly slapped his hand away so I could do it.
But finally, it was done, and he reached for me, but he didn’t have to reach.
I threw a leg over, grabbed hold of him, guided him where he needed to be, and bore down.
“Shit, Nadia,” he groaned.
Taking all that was him, I moaned.
Sensory proof, he had a great cock.
I bounced. And bounced. And bounced.
He clasped his hands behind his head, I saw the white flash of his teeth through the moonlit shadows, and he teased, “Tell me if you need me.”
But his deep voice was sexy thick.
I dropped my torso to his and hissed in his face, “Stop it, Riggs.”
I then gasped in delight as he spun us so I was on my back, he was on top, managing to do this without his cock losing purchase inside me.
Wow.
He fisted a hand in my hair, tossed one of my legs around his ass, hauled the other one bent and up, tucking it tight to his side, and he put his lips to mine.
“Let’s get busy,” he growled.
“Oh yes,” I breathed.
He slanted his head and kissed me.
And then we got very, very, very, amazingly, magnificently, gloriously, ridiculously, dizzyingly, earth-shatteringly busy.
TWENTY-THREE
Easing Into It
Nadia
The first slap I endured was the cold hitting my body when the covers were pulled off me.
This woke me.
It was followed immediately by the second slap, which was a sharp, delicious smack to my butt cheek.
This made me groan.
Then I felt the bed depress at my hip as well as on my opposite side before Riggs said in my ear, “Wake up, honey, you got shit to do today.”
I forced my eyes open only to experience full-on daylight, and I turned my head to look up at him from where I lay in his bed, naked and on my stomach.
He was leaned into me wearing a faded red, long-sleeved thermal that he’d either purchased when he was fifteen, or it was designed to mold to his upper body like I’d often molded myself to it last night.
His hair was wet and slicked back with a comb.
And every inch I could see was yummy, and I now knew in reality, that was an indisputable fact.
“You’ve…showered?” I mumbled.
“Got my kid up, fed, to school, came back and took a run, and now I’m hauling your lazy ass out of bed.”
This was impossible.
I didn’t know when I finally passed out last night, seeing as I lost track of time due to his body being a wonderland (I know it was cliché, but the description was apropos), his entire bed an amusement park, and his giving me an extravagant amount of the best orgasms I’d had in my life.
But I was pretty sure when I’d passed out, first, it was very late (or very early in the morning), and second, I’d done it while I was mid-kissing Riggs.
How was he up and…
Moving?
I was faintly sore all over (in a nice way) and one part of me was gently throbbing (in a fabulous way), and I wasn’t sure I could move.