Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
I allowed him that joke because his words before had been more than I had expected from him at this point. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed him.
Maybe it was to get into my panties, probably, but his words were honest, I could see it in his eyes.
For a long time, we only kissed under the spray of water, then I pulled back and whispered shyly. “Can we get into bed?” Savio didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed open the door and grabbed towels for us, helping me dry off.
His eagerness was almost amusing, if I hadn’t been so nervous. He linked our fingers and led me into the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, feeling my heart slam against my ribcage. Savio stretched out beside me.
His eyes dilated with a hunger that sent a thrill through me as he cupped my cheek. His musky scent flooded my nose and sent another wave of moisture down my center. “This is your show, Gem. Whenever you say stop, I’ll stop. I’m a big boy, I can deal if you stop at any point.”
Why did he have to say things like this in moments like this and make me want to kiss him senseless? I curled my fingers around his neck and kissed him with so much enthusiasm that our teeth clanged. I cringed, embarrassed at my lack of skill.
Savio wouldn’t have it. He grinned. “Playing rough already?”
I laughed. Then I tried again, and this time our mouths molded perfectly. Savio propped himself up, leaning over me, never stopping the kiss.
His fingers stroked their way up from my ribcage to my breast again and soon I was a boneless heap, bucking my hips almost desperately. I couldn’t control myself. Savio pulled out of the kiss as his fingers traced down my abs to my triangle once more.
I sucked in a breath and gripped Savio’s bicep, tensing so much I was sure tomorrow I’d be sore as if I’d done a workout.
“Is that a stop?”
I shook my head jerkily.
Savio brushed lower, still not where I ached. His eyes held mine and then he dipped down, parting me, feeling how desperately my body longed for his touch.
He groaned deep in his throat. “You’re so fucking wet, Gem. I knew you’d feel perfect…” His fingertip slid lower, brushed the sensitive insides of my folds. “And damn, you are. What are you doing to me?” He stroked over my heated flesh, gentle but practiced movements that halted my breath in my chest. My hand on his arm became slack as I let Savio take control over my body, forgotten my resolve not to give him this—not yet. But I couldn’t push him away, couldn’t deprive myself of the magic the pad of his thumb was wielding between my legs with gentle touches and swipes.
His lips found mine for a languid kiss that stole the remainder of my senses. I was rendered a panting, trembling mess beneath his capable hands as he stroked me. He wasn’t even touching my clit, a place I’d always focused all my attention on whenever I’d tried to give myself pleasure. It hadn’t been like this, not even close.
Savio’s gaze was consuming me, his scent and heat embracing me into a blissful cocoon I never wanted to escape from.
“How is it, Gem?” he growled as his thumb parted my folds once more, but this time, he flicked it over my little nub, his nail grazing me in a way that made my hips buck. For a moment, I was sure my eyes were going to roll back and I was going to pass out from the current of pleasure radiating through me.
Did he really need an answer to that question? He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
The sly curl of his mouth made that clear.
I narrowed my eyes, but his thumb flicked my clit again and I sucked in a sharp breath. His lips closed around my nipple. Sounds fell from my lips I’d never heard before. Gasps and choked moans as I was trying to rein myself in. What if someone overheard us?
“Don’t hold back,” Savio demanded. “Nobody can hear us.”
Was he a mind reader now too? I wasn’t sure if I believed him. I was gone too far to care, though. Savio resumed his assault of my nipple while his finger swiped faster and faster, spreading my moisture everywhere. One of his fingers slid lower, brushing my opening. My hand shot out, grasping his forearm to stop him because my mouth wasn’t functioning to actually say the words.
Savio peered up and for a moment, I was sure he’d ignore my silent command or pretend not to understand it, but he didn’t.
Soon I couldn’t hold back anymore, too overwhelmed by his touch between my legs and the suction of his mouth on my nipple. I arched off the bed and cried out my release. “Savio, God.”