Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She clung to his shoulders as he loomed over her. Having him close reassured her and pushed most of the worried thoughts from her head. The others were easy to dismiss as his hot skin pressed against her. Pippa could only concentrate on the effects his touch had on her. His hands smoothed over her skin, cupping and kneading her.
When she twisted underneath him with need, Zale grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over his cock. The sight of his hands moving on his shaft was better than any erotic movie she’d ever seen.
He lowered his hips to hers. “Wrap your legs around me, kitten.”
Following his directions, Pippa moaned as his shaft rubbed against her. She wiggled until the contact centered directly over her clit. Damn, that felt good.
He shifted slightly and placed the tip of his erection at her opening. Zale pressed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to his thickness. Watching his face, Pippa could see discipline etched into his features as he controlled his movements. Emotions swelled inside her as she noted how he cared for her—putting her first and himself second. Her emotions overwhelmed her, and a single tear streamed down her cheek.
Instantly, he froze. Wiping the tear from her face, he whispered, “What’s wrong, Pippa? Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky.”
“Lucky?” he echoed.
“I’d be kidnapped and terrified all over again, just so I get to meet you. I feel so much inside.”
“Kitten. I’m sorry everything happened to you. I wish I could go back and erase all that from your mind.”
“Overwrite it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We can’t wipe those memories away, but we can record memories over them. Make me yours, Daddy.”
“Kitten, I’m already half there,” he teased.
“Can you hurry it up?”
“Definitely.”
Before she could get nervous and tense up, he flexed his hips and sank fully inside her. When the stretching sting faded, Pippa looked at him in awe. She couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. “Move, please.”
“I am yours to command,” he told her with a twinkle in his eye.
She’d never considered that sex could contain more than just heat. His concern and humor made being so intimate seem less like a performance event and more like a bonding. Pippa liked that, especially as he moved, and those sensuous sensations built within her.
Zale subtly altered each stroke until she gasped and clenched his shoulders. “There?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. Let’s see if I can make you forget your manners.” Supporting himself on one powerful forearm, he cupped her breast and kneaded her softness.
Dividing her attention between all the sensations buffeting her was so hard. When he tweaked her nipple between his fingers, the sharp jolt distracted her from trying to focus on individual caresses. She moved against him, taking in everything—the scratch of his chest hair against her nipples, the growing tingles between her legs, that electric jolt of sensations when he hit that perfect spot inside her, the ripped form and handsome face that inspired all sorts of fantasies.
The air heated around them. His skin gained a sheen from his exertions. Pippa arched up to lick over his chest, targeting his nipple. His groan came from deep inside his chest.
Zale tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged her head back. His mouth slammed down on hers in a flurry of super-heated kisses that left them breathless. When he lifted his head, Zale’s hungry expression pushed her arousal higher.
Wrapping her legs around him, Pippa rubbed herself against him. She needed to come. He had to make her come.
“Let me help you, kitten.”
Reaching underneath her to cup her bottom, Zale rose to sit on his shins. He lifted her to meet his thrusts, adding a grind of his pelvis against hers at the end. Instant zings of pleasure rocketed through her. They built until she didn’t think she could take any more. Just when she opened her mouth to plead for his help again, Zale pinched her clit.
With a scream, Pippa arched her back, pushing herself hard against him as her tight passage clenched around him. Zale’s hands tightened around her hips, and Pippa hoped he’d leave marks that would remind her of this pleasure. His thrusts quickened, pushing her orgasm higher. A deep, wordless shout made her open her eyes to look up at him. Watching him lose control suddenly became her favorite activity in the world.
CHAPTER 9
“Good morning, kitten. I’m afraid it’s time for me to get up,” Zale told her.
She could hear the regret in his tone. He didn’t want to go. “Time will fly past. Fridays always do, right?”
“Sometimes. Want to get up and have some breakfast with me?”
“Of course.”
By the time she’d thrown on leggings and a T-shirt, Zale was already in the kitchen putting together hot cereal. “I haven’t had oatmeal since I was a kid,” she said.