Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I’m going to get things ready,” the other hottest man she’d ever met said. Sawyer was standing over them, and he’d gotten rid of his shirt. His muscular chest was on display, and it made Sabrina want to run her hands all over him. He smiled down at her as though he could see her desires on her face. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, a sweet gesture that felt completely contradictory to his normal taciturn nature.
Her heart softened, and this was why it was such a bad idea.
She was pretty sure her sister was right and she would be emotionally involved with them by the end of the weekend, and Sawyer had made himself plain.
“Come on, Bella,” Sawyer said, and she realized the dog had been sitting there watching them.
Wyatt brought her attention back to him. “He’ll feed her and put her in her crate for the night. Tell me how you like it.”
It. Sex. He was talking about sex. Well, of course he was since she was naked in his arms. Completely naked. While there was a storm outside, it was warm in here, the fire’s heat caressing her skin, though it was the fire they’d stoked inside her really heating her up.
One weekend. It was all she would have with them, so she was going for broke. “I don’t know, Wyatt. I’m going to be honest. I haven’t had a ton of sex. I’ve only dated a couple of guys, and it wasn’t anything to write home about. I’ve already felt more intimate with you than I did any of them.”
A brilliant smile crossed his face. The man could light up a room when he wanted to. “It’s because I talk a lot. Sawyer’s going to say I talk too much, but it’s good to talk during sex. How will I know if you like something or want to try something if you don’t tell me?”
“I think I might like to try the spanking thing,” she admitted. The minute the word spanking had rolled out of his mouth, she’d felt her whole body tighten with anticipation. She’d read about it in romance novels and had always wanted to ask Elisa if she’d tried it.
But she hadn’t.
“We can try anything you want,” he promised.
“As long as you’re in control.” She said the words more as a reminder than an admonition, but she saw a little hurt go through him. “I like you being in control, Wyatt. I think that might have been the problem before. No one was in control. I don’t know what I like because so far, outside of this evening, I would have told you I don’t really like sex at all. Now I think I wasn’t with men who took it seriously.”
“I’ll tell you what I like.” Wyatt’s hand came up and cupped her breast. “I like spending whole evenings like this. You naked and sitting on my lap while we watch a movie or talk. If you’re cold, we’ll wrap you in a blanket, but my hands will be on you. I’ll kiss you every now and then and play with your nipples and rub your clit to remind you how this ends. With me inside you.”
The man knew how to talk. She definitely would have said talking about sex would be awkward and it would be better to simply do it, but he was making her reconsider everything. She could feel the swell of his erection against her ass. “How will you…take me together? At the same time.”
His fingers started playing with her nipples, exactly as he’d promised. Fire seemed to lick through her, making her squirm. “Yes, we’ll take you at the same time, but, baby, we’ve got to work our way up. I don’t know if it happens this weekend. I don’t suppose you’ve had a bunch of anal sex.”
And there it was. Yup. She was talking about butt stuff. “Never.”
“Does it scare you?”
“A little, but I think I’m ready to try scary things. Especially since I happen to know a couple of women who tell me it’s amazing.” Her sister didn’t really tell her. She simply walked around with a smile on her face all the time, glowing in a way she never had before.
“We’ll get you ready.” Wyatt’s eyes were on her mouth. “I think I’d like you to get me ready now. Take my shirt off, Sabrina.”
He released her, allowing her to slide off his lap. She leaned over, realizing how close the position put her breasts to his mouth. She slowly unbuttoned the flannel shirt he wore, and every now and then she would feel his lips brush her breasts, tongue flicking out to stroke a nipple. Sabrina groaned but kept up the task she’d been assigned. And realized he was wearing layers. This would have been infinitely easier in the summertime.