Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Mmm.” His thumb sweeps across my nipple again, catching on the lace, and my back arches.
“Tyler,” I warn.
“Can’t I look at you for a minute?”
“No,” I deny with a shake of my head as my fingers shift and dig into his hard shoulders.
“All right, baby, I’ll kiss you.” He slides his nose across mine, then kisses my earlobe, asking there, “Better?”
“No.” My voice is raspy as he nips it with his teeth, sending a shock wave right to my core.
“Here?” He kisses down my neck over my pulse, which is beating rapidly.
“No.”
“Where do you want me to kiss you, Leah?” I start to open my mouth to tell him on the lips but whimper when his hand slides down and cups me between my legs. “Do you want me to kiss you here?”
God, yes. My eyes slide closed. “That would be okay.”
“The problem is, baby, I don’t just want to kiss you here.” His fingers dig in. “I want to eat you until you’re screaming my name. Then I want to tongue fuck your tight, hot, sweet, wet pussy until you beg me to stop.”
“Holy cow.”
“You ready for that?”
Since I can’t speak, I nod, and when I do, he captures my mouth in a deep kiss. The kiss isn’t like any we’ve ever shared before. It’s earth shattering, branding, and a lead-up to what’s to come. Still kissing me, he somehow gets his door open and me out with him. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he carries me up to the porch and inside. When the door closes behind us, my back hits the wall in the entryway, and he uses his hips to hold me up as he removes my top and then my bra in one swift movement. I work on the buttons of his flannel, wanting to feel his skin against mine, but before I get very far, he tears his mouth from mine and puts me down. When my feet hit the floor, he stands back.
“Kick off your shoes.”
I do as he unhooks the button of my jeans and slides them and my panties down over my hips and knees. I kick both pieces of clothing to the side as his fingers trail along my stomach. I whimper when he drops to his knees, closing his mouth over my sex and dragging his tongue back and forth over my clit. My head falls back, and my clit pulses.
“Tyler.” I gasp for breath as he captures my hips with both his big hands, pulling me closer to his mouth. “Oh God.” I force my eyes to open and look down at the top of his head. Letting out a loud cry, I slide my fingers into his thick hair and roll my hips against his mouth. As I come, my head falls back against the wall with a thud, and my body starts to go limp.
“We’re not even close to done,” he tells me, locking one hand around my hip to keep me upright while sliding two fingers through my wet folds, circling my clit, then my entrance. My hips jerk in response, and our eyes lock. “You’re so wet.” He slips the tip of one finger inside me, swirling it. “So fucking wet.” My breathing is labored as he slides his finger out and replaces it with two, rubbing them up against my G-spot. “Put your leg over my shoulder, baby. Offer me up what belongs to me.”
I don’t hesitate. I lift my leg up over his shoulder, using my hands still in his hair for balance. As I’m spread open for him, his eyes drop from mine to between my legs, and he leans forward, circling my clit with his tongue. He groans against me as his fingers move ruthlessly inside me. My fingers hold tight to his hair as I cry out, feeling the muscles of my lower belly pulling tight.
“Tyler!” My hips jerk erratically as I slide over the edge again, seeing blinding white light on the outer edges of my vision. As I’m coming down from the high he just gave me, he picks me up, and I force my muscles to work as I lock my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. I hear his boots hitting the stairs and know we’re heading up to the loft bedroom. I lick his neck and kiss his ear, then nibble my way along his jaw to his mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” He stops on the stairs, kissing me back as I fumble with his shirt. I let out a moan when I finally get it off his shoulders, and my breasts press against his warm skin. He groans in response, lifting me higher in his arms before he starts to move us up the stairs once more. When we hit the loft, he drops me to my back on the bed and looks down at me with his chest heaving. He bends, takes off his boots, then shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off. Him in nothing but his jeans, his hair a mess from my fingers, and his eyes dark with desire—I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on by the sight of him, even after coming twice already.