Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84446 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
His lips traced down my neck until the collar of my shirt prevented him from going lower.
“Do you want that, mouse?” he murmured against my skin.
I swallowed hard.
And I thought I might have nodded.
But I couldn’t be sure.
All my nerve endings were firing off at the same time.
I wasn’t thinking clearly.
“You need to tell me,” he said as his hand slipped under the hem of my sweatshirt, fingers teasing over my belly. “You have to tell me yes, or I have to stop,” he added as his hand flattened, moving upward, but stopping before he could touch my breast.
“Yes,” I whispered.
I didn’t care that the last time had hurt, that he hadn’t been satisfied with me, that it had been nothing like I’d dreamed.
All I cared about was more.
I needed more of this.
More of him.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as his hand moved up, cupping my breast, dragging a whimpering sound from me that had his hand tightening on me before his fingers went to my nipple, circling, then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Heat flooded my system, making me curl toward him, my leg shifting over his legs.
A rumbling sound moved through Renzo, and I lost his hand as it slid back down to my hip, then lower to sink into my ass, pulling me until my leg met the mattress on the other side of his body, moving me to straddle him.
His other hand went to my ass as well, grabbing, and pulling me more firmly onto his lap, his hardness pressing against me.
My thighs tightened on his thighs, and my hips rocked against him, the ache inside growing.
“You’ll get my cock again, mouse,” he murmured, his lips meeting the other side of my neck. “But not until you’re ready this time.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was his hands and lips were on me, that he was so close, that I had his full attention.
Renzo’s hands moved from my ass, snagging the hem of my sweatshirt, and drawing it upward inch by inch, until he couldn’t anymore.
“Arms up for me,” Renzo demanded, and some part of me objected to moving back from him.
But the idea of feeling his bare skin against me had me shifting back, and lifting my arms up over my head for him.
Renzo pulled me free from the shirt, tossing it toward the ground on the side of the bed, then leaning back against the headboard, his heavy-lidded gaze moving from my face and downward.
This time, the sound that escaped him was more of a growl than anything, and my sex clenched hard in response to it.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured as his fingers moved up my sides to cup my breasts.
The praise moved through me like a warm liquid, chasing away four long days of debilitating insecurity.
Renzo’s hands slid behind me, pulling me up until I lost the press of his need against me, dragging a little grumble from me that had Renzo’s lips curving into a small smile before he ducked his head, and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
Desire surged through me, my back arching, pressing myself more fully into his mouth as his tongue traced and his lips sucked.
Just when I was sure I couldn’t take it a moment longer, Renzo’s head shifted, his soft, wet hair teasing across my overheated skin, and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.
I was a live wire of need, each inch of skin sizzling, threatening to catch fire, to consume me completely.
Soft whimpers escaped me as I tried to press my thighs together to ease the ache between. The movement was impossible, though, with both of Renzo’s legs between mine, keeping them spread.
Seeming to sense my desperation, Renzo’s head lifted, and his hands went to my ass again, yanking me down on his lap, his hardness pressing against where I needed him most.
A loud, throaty moan escaped me that had Renzo sitting back, watching me as his hands grabbed me, grinding me down against him again.
A whimper moved through me as my hands shot out, grabbing his shoulders, digging in, as the pleasure built.
“You like that, mouse?” he asked, voice rough as he rocked his hips, grinding against me again. And again. And again.
Until I was rocking with him, the pleasure too intoxicating to deny myself, no matter how strange and new this all felt.
I leaned forward, burying my face in his neck, breathing in his scent as my body drove up, my whimpers and moans muffling against his skin.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, making my sex clench hard.
Close.
So close.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, rocking more quickly against me as my breathing got fast and shallow, as I rushed right to that edge, teetered for just a moment, then fell over, crashing down into an orgasm that had me gasping, my body spasming, my cries filling the room.