Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
His hands are in my hair, and I’m leaned over the arm of the couch with the weight of his strong, warm body on top of me. I can’t breathe that well, but at this point, I don’t want to. His hands take the lead to angle my head so his tongue can get deeper, and I suck in the absolute glory of the taste of him.
It’s minty and fresh, and his tongue has the slightest shock of cold from the water. He manhandles me gently, moving just enough to swing my body up into his arms without taking his lips off mine.
I have never been touched like this. Never.
Noah carries me to my bedroom with ease and shuts the door behind us with his foot as he lays me on the bed.
I know the boys are gone tonight, but some weird, paranoid part of me still shimmies off the bed to go lock the knob before coming back.
Noah watches me with a smile and a tilt of one of his perfect eyebrows, but I shake my head in answer. “Honestly, you don’t really want to know what led to that decision.”
“I’d love to know,” Noah disagrees. “But if you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay too.”
Yeah, these lips are sealed.
I scurry back to the bed, but not before shedding my skirt first. The urge to cover my body is strong, but Noah’s capable hands take my hips and pull me down in front of him before I can even consider executing it.
“God, Sammy. I want you so badly.”
His words only urge my desire for him further. There is no confusion. My mind and my body are clear in their need.
“I want you too,” I whisper.
With a swift scoot, Noah has the two of us on the bed, atop the covers, and my head in his hands again. Our kiss is deep and slow, and my whole body is starting to shake like a leaf.
Not because I don’t want it, but because I do. For the first time in ages, I want to feel the high of a climax. I want my eyes to roll back and my toes to curl and for time as I know it to stop momentarily.
And I want it to happen with Noah Philips.
Anxious, I pull at his still-in-place clothes, unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as I can with his mouth on mine. Our bodies are pressed together, and I rip his shirt off his shoulders with greedy fingers when I finally get the buttons free.
Or so I think. The last button still apparently done, I end up ripping the material apart to get it off him completely. He doesn’t complain, instead remarking, “I’m saving this shirt as a shrine to tonight. The night Sammy Baker wanted me so badly she had to rip my clothes off.”
I blush through a giggle as he shoves up enough to push his pants down and fish out his wallet from the pocket. I watch unabashedly as he shucks his black boxer briefs in one smooth motion before climbing back on the bed with a condom in his hand.
His dick is on the loose, and it’s so flipping big, I’m half surprised not to hear a distant police scanner going off about a man with a deadly weapon in the area.
Noah doesn’t falter like I do, being familiar with his own penis, I presume, and jumps right back into the action, rolling me to my back to cover one of my lacy nipples with his mouth. My back arches off the bed, and he uses that opportunity to follow my curves down to my underwear, repeating the action there.
My legs stir and my heart pounds as he peels the thin material down my legs until I’m exposed and bare. I expect to feel self-conscious or nervous, but I’m too far gone for any of that. All I feel is intense, wanton longing.
“Noah. Please.”
My soft beg is all he needs to don the condom and sink between the open space of my legs. His hips slot easily between mine, and I have to admit, the feeling is almost startling. Besides being an asshole, my ex was also a larger guy. I never minded it, even found it comforting in a lot of ways. But feeling the strength of Noah’s taut muscles is undeniably erotic.
Slow and confident, he sinks inside me with an easiness I don’t expect with a cock that large. “Sam,” he says simply, his voice rough, as he comes to a stop, fully seated inside me.
I feel full—of him and of life—in a way I haven’t ever felt. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes from falling closed.
He find my cheeks with his thumbs, though, and the gentle stroke of their pads is enough to keep me so in the moment I fear I might never leave it.