Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
I can’t get enough of the soft sureness of his lips, of the way his hands are all over my skin. We’re a frenzy of desire as I abandon his hair and shove his suit jacket over his shoulders. I break the kiss long enough to say, “Get me out of this dress.”
“You’re my ultimate fantasy, Wills.” He finds the zipper and tugs it down, a gentle counterpart to the frantic way I’m trying to rid him of his suit.
It’s dark, and while my eyes slowly adjust, I feel my way through his buttons. As if he can read my mind, Dallas reaches behind him and flicks on the light over the sink, bathing us in a soft glow. Shadows dance over his face, and a shiver runs down my spine as his eyes move over me.
The sweet Dallas who stayed by my side all night merges with the alpha hockey player who will do anything to protect the puck. The same guy who doesn’t hesitate to check someone into the boards is also the man who delivered a baby foal and let me dress him up as a clown, even though he hates them. He takes my hands in his and brings them to his lips. His calloused fingertips glide long the length of my arms until he reaches the straps on my shoulders. He hooks his fingers under them and reverses the motion. My dress falls away, sliding over my hips and pooling at my feet.
“Fuck, Wilhelmina.” His fingertips travel the lace edge of my bra. “The number of times I’ve fantasized about being here with you is embarrassing.”
“You probably shouldn’t have told me that.” I bite back a moan as his thumbs sweep over my nipples through the lace and satin.
His gaze lifts, and a deliciously devilish smile appears. “I hope like hell you make me regret it, Willy.”
I narrow my eyes while I work his tie loose. “You call me that to annoy me, don’t you?”
“It gets your attention, which I always want.”
I pull his tie free. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“This, right now, with you standing here looking like a goddamn goddess, undressing me? It’s my personal heaven.” He takes my face in his hands and slants his mouth over mine.
I’ve never been wanted this way, and it’s a heady, addicting feeling. His hands move to my waist, and one eases lower while the other trails up my spine. He flicks the clasp of my bra open.
This time it’s him who breaks the kiss and me who makes the displeased sound when I try to keep his mouth connected to mine.
He gently grips my chin. “Let me see you.”
I slide my hands down his chest, and my bra drops to the floor. Dallas’s nostrils flare, and he sinks to his knees in front of me. He presses a kiss below my navel and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. “Permission to remove these very pretty panties?” he asks.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Permission granted.”
He slides them over my hips and down my thighs, and I brace my hand on his shoulder as I step out of them. His hands go to my hips and his eyes stay on mine as he leans in and kisses just above the apex of my thighs. “I want to worship every inch of your perfect, gorgeous body.”
“You’re definitely starting in a great place.”
He nuzzles into my sex, and I’m struck once again by how awe-inspiring it is to have this huge man on his knees in front of me, his expression and his touch equal parts reverent and greedy.
His tongue sweeps out to taste me, and my knees almost buckle at the deep groan that vibrates over my skin. He rises, hands sliding around to cup my ass as he lifts me. I wrap my arms around his neck and hook my feet behind his back as he carries me the short distance to the bed.
He climbs up onto the mattress and carefully lays me on the comforter, his hips dropping until I can feel him thought his pants, hard and thick against me. He captures my mouth in another searing kiss before he starts his descent.
“Wait!” I shout.
He stops immediately and pushes up on his arms, eyes wide with worry. “Am I moving too fast?”
“No. Not too fast. But I need you in less clothing. Preferably in no clothing.” As hot as it is to have him so intent on getting his mouth on me, I’d love a spectacular view to complete the experience.
He looks down at himself and frowns. “Shit. Sorry. I’m on a mission.”
I sit up, adjusting my position so I’m kneeling on the bed, too. “But I want to do this part.”
His hands drop, and his smile makes my stomach and everything else clench. “Yes, ma’am.”