Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“I can’t be out here with dry skin. You want my mama to tan my hide? No, sir.”
He stands and strolls over to where I’m sitting. Without a word, he lowers to his knees. Taking the bottle of lotion from me, he pours some into his palm.
“We can’t have that. Let me help you with this. We can’t have Mrs. Darla after you, now can we?”
“No, we can’t.”
He peels the bottom of my towel apart and starts to rub the lotion onto the top of my thigh. My chest begins to heave as his strong, warm palms massage my skin.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me. I grab the arms of the chair as he applies a little pressure and moves his hands toward the inside of my leg. His fingers brush precariously close to my secret place.
My belly drops and those butterflies take flight. My stomach gets warm and tingly. My skin feels so warm under his touch.
Not removing the towel completely, he places more lotion in his palms and begins to rub it into my belly. I bite my lip as he moves his hands up my torso.
Between my legs starts to throb as he brushes the underside of my breasts. I close my eyes and breathe when he brushes a thumb across one of my hardened nipples. I open my eyes as a deep masculine sound comes from him. He has this look in his eyes as if he wants to devour me.
“Good?” he asks as I release a moan.
I nod my head, unable to speak. Trev chuckles sexily and leans in to capture my lips. I grasp his face to keep him close. He deepens the kiss as I wrap my legs around his back.
He moves in closer to give me better access to him. His body heat is searing, but I get the feeling he’s feeling my heat just the same. I’m hot all over for him.
Much too soon, he pulls away and stands. When he’s at his full height, his tented towel comes into view. I bite my lip and sit forward, reaching for his length.
“Don’t,” he says in a pained voice as he grabs my wrist.
I lift my gaze to his and stare at him questioningly. He shakes his head as he pulls me up to my feet. My towel falls away, exposing my naked body. Trev groans and pulls me into his chest to wrap his arms around me.
I sigh as I press my face against his chest. To my surprise he runs his hands down my back and cups my cheeks. His erection, now poking into me, pulses as it’s trapped between us.
“I want to make you come. We don’t have to jump right in. There’s so much I can do to you without being inside you. Tell me you’re ready and I’ll take you places you’ve never dreamed of,” he says in a deep husky voice as he sways me in his hold.
“I’m ready,” I say before he can finish his words.
He releases a short laugh and dips his head to peck my lips. I run my shaky hands up his smooth, bare back. He cups my face between his hands and kisses me passionately.
Backing me up toward the chair, he then turns and takes the seat I was once in. I stand before him nervously, not knowing what I should do. Trev allows his gaze to roam over my naked body.
“Come sit on my lap,” he commands with a lazy, sexy grin on his face.
I step between his legs. He reaches for my waist and turns me until my back is to his front. Slowly, he pulls me down into his lap and tugs me gently back against his chest.
He cups my breasts in his big hands and nuzzles the side of my neck before placing feather-soft kisses against my skin. I moan and reach to lace my fingers in his hair.
He licks his way from my shoulder up to my ear. I shiver and moan some more. He’s driving me crazy.
“Do you want me to make you come, baby girl?” he says in my ear as he rolls my hardened peaks between his fingers.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’m gonna find you wet for me, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
He sucks my skin into his mouth then releases my breasts to reach for my legs. He places his hands between my thighs and pulls my legs apart to place them over his, then he spreads his legs open. I’m stretched wide open with the movement.
Agonizingly slow, he drags his fingertips over my inner thighs. I’m panting so hard my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Placing one hand at the apex of my left thigh, he reaches with his other hand to palm my sex.
I convulse a bit as he rubs his thumb against me—testing, probing, priming. My eyes roll back as he circles my pearl. He growls into my neck, then moves his fingers to my folds.