Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
My head snapped up, and I found him looming over me.
“Nothing.” I turned in my seat, grabbed the flight pillow, leaned sideways, and closed my eyes. Not that I could sleep, but it was the only escape I could see.
I felt him sit down, heard the seat-belt buckle, and then gasped when he reached across my chest, grabbed my right arm, and wrenched me around to face him.
“Cord,” I huffed out.
He took hold of my chin. “I was gonna come right there with you all over me, so that’s why I left. I had to take a quick walk and calm down so I could talk to you.”
I’d gotten him worked up. Me. His confession was dazzling. I’d been so humiliated when I’d walked in on Breckin and Sean because my then partner had chosen someone else over me. I was obviously not as sexy as Sean Granger, and not as hot or funny or smart as Celia. Those were the reasons Breckin had wanted them instead of me. I must have been lacking. But Cord…him, I mesmerized, and he wanted me. A surge of heat burned right through me as I stared at the man studying my face.
Cord said, “I fuck everybody because I don’t fuck you.”
I wasn’t following.
“Things change, Trace, the things we want, and five years ago I was different than I am now.”
Easing closer, I heard how rough his breathing was, felt the slight tremble in his touch, saw his gaze move to my mouth.
“I think about you all the time,” he said on an exhale, cupping my cheek. “But you don’t see me now, you only see who I was.”
“You’re telling me you don’t sleep around anymore?”
He shook his head. “Not for a long time.”
There was a yearning in his expression I hadn’t seen before. “I’m a mess right now, Cord.”
“No. You just think you are.”
“What are you talking about?”
He lowered his voice, crowding me so we were cheek to cheek, his lips next to my ear. “The second you found out Breckin cheated, you threw him out and reclaimed your space.”
His breath in my ear broke me out in goose bumps, and coupled with his lips pressed to the skin behind it and his hand sliding up under my shirt, my cock was thickening fast.
“You’ve been figuring out what to do, whether to remain friends or not, for several months now, but in that time, he hasn’t been back in your bed.”
He was rolling my left nipple, and it hardened under his touch. He pressed his forehead to mine and dropped his other hand to my upper thigh.
I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore. I could control my own body.
“I know you love hard, Trace, so I get that it’ll take time for you to be over Breckin and have your head and your heart clear.”
He cupped me through my chinos, squeezing my cock, and I writhed in his grip, wanting more—more friction, more pressure, more everything.
“So for now, I’m gonna claim the only thing I can,” he growled, opening his hot mouth on the side of my neck.
I jolted under his hands, loving the kiss that quickly became suckling before he added his teeth.
“Pull the blanket over your lap.”
It was bunched beside me under the window, so I moved it quickly as he yanked on my belt buckle.
“Tracy.”
I leaned my head back so he could suck and nibble whatever skin on my neck and throat he wanted. At the sound of my name, followed by the man’s seductive chuckle, I bent forward. He was right there, staring at me, and I closed my eyes and kissed him.
“You keep,” he rasped as I tugged on his bottom lip, “kissing me.”
“You’re finally letting me,” I ground out, putting my hands on his collarbone, inside his shirt, and tracing over warm, sleek skin. The need to wrap both arms around his neck and lock him tight against me was nearly overwhelming.
My belt buckle loosened, the button and zipper fly gave way, and he slid his hand under the waistband of my briefs to my rigid, leaking dick.
“Oh fuck,” I whined softly, bucking up into his fist, shivering with the desire to come and see it on him. Something must have shown on my face because he narrowed his eyes in a look that was all predator.
“Tell me,” he demanded, and the darkness in his voice made my breathing falter. “And don’t fuckin’ lie.”
As if I could.
“Now,” he rasped.
“I want to come on your skin…on your gorgeous abs and your beautiful chest.”
“Because?”
My voice was ragged and choppy. “I’ve always wanted to, to see…to watch.”
“While you’re riding my cock,” he growled low in his chest. It was a statement, not a question, because he knew the answer already, probably always had.
“Cord…”
But he had me, literally, and I saw his hooded eyes before he began to slowly nibble along my jaw. “I’ve been waiting for this—for you.”