Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
On impulse, I twisted my face away and he got my cheek.
He frowned at me, confused, and moved in again. This time, I put my hand on his face and pushed him away, going melty at how good his lips felt against my palm. He moved back, and I kept pushing. On instinct, he grabbed my wrist.
I stopped dead and let my arm go limp, my heart pounding.
He looked at me.
I looked at him.
Slowly, experimentally, he pushed my wrist towards the bed. A wave of heat rippled down to my groin, so strong my whole body flexed. I slid my other wrist up above my head so that as his hand came down, it caught both of them, pinning them down to the pillow. I was captured.
Realization dawned on his face and I felt my cheeks go hot, embarrassed in a way I’d never been, before. I’d never shared this part of me.
But Colton didn’t look shocked or appalled. His eyes glowed like hot coals hit by a rush of air. “So that’s how it is,” he murmured.
I swallowed and nodded.
I could see him re-running all my teasing in his mind. “I guess your safeword really is Cincinnati,” he said, staring into my eyes.
The ball of energy sped up, becoming a blur as it thumped back and forth.
He leaned forward, pressing my wrists down harder. “Better be careful what you wish for, princess,” he told me, his voice thick with lust.
I tried pushing upwards with my wrists, just to see if I could free myself. His hand didn’t move at all. I pushed harder, then as hard as I could, but I might as well have been trying to lift a truck. I was helpless.
The now-familiar tremor ran through my core again but this time it was ten times stronger, a vibration that turned my center to liquid heat and sent hairline cracks through the walls of ice around me.
He reached down and grabbed the waistband of my panties, dragging them midway down my thighs. He looked down the length of my body at what he’d just revealed. “Well, ain’t that just the prettiest thing in the world?” he murmured, and that rough moonshine voice soaked into my brain like blazing summer sunshine and unleashed a rush of pride that took me off guard.
He couldn’t get my panties down any further with his hand while he was still gripping my wrists, so he hooked them with the toe of his boot instead and shoved them down my legs, over my boots and off. He put both knees between mine and then pushed outward. I swallowed as my legs began to open. I tried to resist, tensing my thighs and then straining, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. I opened wide and felt the cool air of the room against my sopping folds.
I panted, my eyes already on the bulge in his jeans. But instead of opening his pants, he slid his hand slowly down over my bare stomach, down between my spread thighs. His palm pressed against my pubis and then his fingers began to stroke my lips. My eyes went wide. I hadn’t expected this. None of the men I’d been with since Lev had cared about my pleasure.
His fingers went to work, surprisingly skilled and gentle. He knew just the rhythm to use and just the right pressure, sending twisting streamers of pleasure up through my body. I arched my back and bit my lip.
He rubbed faster and the heels of my boots dug hard into the bed. The pleasure was feeding that ball of energy that slammed back and forth inside me, making me grind my ass against the sheets and pant with need.
He suddenly slid a finger up inside me and I bucked and writhed. God, his fingers were so big, and deliciously knobbly and strong. He began to fuck me with it, dragging it slowly back against my silken walls and then slamming it deep. I caught my breath as a steady strum of pleasure started to throb through me but I was off balance, too. I’d wanted him to pin me down, be rough with me, but I hadn’t thought he’d focus on making me come. That was alien to me, scary: no man ever saw me come, not for real. “Just fuck me!” I begged.
“No,” he said, and that one word echoed around the room. “You wanted this. Now you’re going to come for me.”
I stared up at him, astonished…and then the tremor in my core hit me again, harder than ever. I really wasn’t in control.
The finger inside me moved faster. I stared down at his hand, watching it grind and move against me. My vision tracked up over his wrist and the thick length of his veined forearm. Up over the hard swell of his bicep and the huge, rounded bulk of his shoulder to his chest and torso. Only his finger was inside me but I could feel the entire brute power of him connected to it and that made me go heady.