Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
She turns over to face me, still asleep, her face relaxed, lips parted. I brush a knuckle over them. She’s never kissed another guy here, and I know what that means to her.
She meant it when she wrote I love you. I let those words reverberate in my chest.
She snuggles in closer to me, a sigh coming from her. Last night already feels far away, a fleeting moment, tenuous and fragile, so I kiss her, savoring the feel of her lips against mine.
“Morning,” I say with a smile when her eyes blink open.
“It’s the ass crack of dawn. Why are you awake?” she murmurs.
“My brain is up. I can’t sleep once it’s running.” I push hair out of her face. “It might help if you took your clothes off.”
“Me taking my clothes off will help you sleep?”
“It might. Wanna find out?”
“Well, I must do my part to ensure that Blaze Townsend gets his beauty rest.”
“Smart girl.” I reach for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up, and she moves around with me, sliding her arms through. I toss it on the floor. She’s wearing a purple bra, lacy and low, accentuating her creamy pale skin.
“Charm,” I groan, my fingers teasing the outline of her cleavage. “You wreck me.”
“I know.” She has this bemused expression as she pulls my shirt off and throws it over her shoulder.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me, her skin on mine. “This…this…your skin against mine…”
She kisses her way up to my neck until she’s finally on my cheek, my chin. My body tightens, anxious for her lips on my mouth, and I let out a growl when her tongue touches mine then plays, dipping in and then coming back out. I lie back and let her make love to my mouth, kissing the corners, tilting her head and exploring, flicking her tongue against mine.
I take control of us, my mouth straining up and opening, taking her in deep, sucking on her tongue and swirling. I can’t get deep enough. I can’t crawl inside her like I want to, but I think my kiss tells her how long I’ve waited.
“Fire in my hands,” I whisper, breathing out.
“The things you say…”
I reach down and slide my fingers inside her shorts, my fingers grazing over her tiny, lacy underwear. “How many of these kinds of panties do you have?”
“So many. All colors. A few thongs.”
“I want to see them all. Fashion show later at your place?”
She’s laughing as she pushes my jeans to my feet and throws them to the floor. My cock juts up, pointing straight at her, and I laugh. “He knows what he wants.”
“So do I.” She runs her hands from the tops of my bare shoulders to my thighs, where she tangles her hands in the leg hair there. Those big brown eyes lift to mine as she strokes my cock, rubbing her fingers over the head.
Lust licks at me, but I tamp it down. I want to savor her, enjoy her.
“No need to rush,” I say, and I lean up and pull her back to where I want her, flush against me.
I suck her nipple through the lace while my hands unhook the back clasp. Her nipples are rosy and erect, her breasts straining as I massage them, licking and blowing on her skin.
My fingers dip into her panties. “You slay me, hot and wet…” I rub circles on her clit. I slowly slide her underwear down until they’re gone.
I just stare down at her, taking all of her perfection in.
She watches me. “I like how you look at me.”
“Get used to it. You aren’t getting away from me this time. You aren’t walking out that door unless I’m with you.”
She laughs and says, “Okay.”
I move down her body, my hands clenching around her inner thighs, kneading the soft skin there, my nose drifting up her knee. I lick at a freckle and she gasps. My thumbs spread her apart, and when she tries to close her legs, I tsk. “Let me see you. We never did this, Charm, and I can’t stop thinking about you on your bed that day. I wanted to put my mouth on you and taste you. I wanted to play with this…” I run my tongue over her folds, delving inside her softness. My tongue rotates on her, and her body arches up off the bed. “You’re beautiful.”
She spreads her legs and clutches the sheets as I own her with my tongue, taking and lapping, her little gasps making me hotter. Her body is wet, dripping down her leg, her nub hard as I take it in my mouth and flick it. “Do you like this?”
“Is it not obvious?” She exhales heavily.
“This?” My thumb presses against the star opening below her opening, that forbidden part.