Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“It’s not at all weird, no. It’s incredibly hot.” He ran his scorching lips up the side of my neck. “The smell of basajaun on you is not as hot.”
He scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom.
“I’ve wanted to catch you in my T-shirt for some time,” he said, putting me down in front of the shower. “But whenever I try to sneak back in, you’re always too quick taking it off.”
“You knew?” I asked, suddenly embarrassed as he stripped off his own not-as-rumpled T-shirt and then pushed out of his jeans.
“Of course I knew. Who do you think left this one on the bed for you?” He grabbed the side of my neck and tipped me back so that he held most of my weight, kissing down my throat before consuming my lips. “Before we stayed together every night, I’d occasionally smell you on my dirty clothes. Never the ones that were too dirty, though. I figured it out pretty quickly. What I couldn’t understand is why you were trying to hide it.”
He slid his hand up my belly to cup a breast, the touch scorching, and his thumb traced across the hard peak. Pleasure shot through me as he sucked hard on the sensitive area of my neck.
“Mr. Tom was essentially rifling through your dirty clothes and stealing the best selections,” I said in a husky voice, closing my eyes and magically shutting the doors to my room and the bathroom. Everyone else would feel me muffling the Ivy House link and know not to enter, but Jimmy didn’t have that.
“I would’ve told you that all you need to do is ask if you want something of mine, and it will be yours,” Austin said, his lips now hovering over mine as he trailed his fingers through my wetness, “but I liked the idea of your feeling like you were getting away with something naughty.”
His lips touched down as his fingers plunged in roughly. His growling words and the rough treatment, mixed with his grip on my neck, sent a shock wave of carnal bliss racing through me.
“Tell me,” he rasped, his thumb touching down right where I needed it, making a circle as his fingers worked, “do you get yourself off when you’re wearing them?”
“Sometimes,” I said, too hot to be embarrassed. On the verge already.
His lips skimmed my throat now. “Did you moan my name as you worked yourself hard?”
“Yes,” I said in a breathy whisper.
“Lift up my shirt a bit,” he commanded, pulling back slightly so I could comply. His fingers still worked me. His thumb rubbed, now excruciatingly slowly, keeping me right on the edge.
Once my breasts were bared, he leaned in and flicked a nipple with his tongue, making my eyes roll back in my head. His hot mouth closed down on it next, sucking hard. I rolled my hips into his hand, needing more, needing to crest.
His dark chuckle said I wouldn’t be getting there quickly.
He backed off with his fingers, switching breasts, letting my nipple out again with a pop.
“Did you taste yourself?” he asked softly, now crouching and skimming his lips down my stomach. “Did you suck your taste off your fingers?”
I hadn’t, of course, but that was obviously not what he wanted to hear.
“Yes,” I groaned as he flung a thigh over his shoulder. “Yes,” I said again as his tongue traced my sensitive flesh.
He sucked on me hard, working his fingers again, rough and fast and oh my God, he was so damn good at this. I gripped his hair and pushed myself harder into him, gyrating against his mouth. My groans increased in pitch, in fervor, and then I exploded, the climax crashing over me and sweeping me away.
As the waves of pleasure ran through me, he stood and flicked on the shower before rubbing between my thighs again, looking down at me, still in his T-shirt, like he couldn’t get enough.
“If we were at our house in the woods with nothing to do all day,” he said, “I’d never let you change.”
He ripped off the shirt in a quick movement before grabbing me and pulling me into the shower. He backed me up against the tiles, pulling one of my knees to his hip. He pushed into me so hard and fast that I saw light dance behind my eyes. Water streamed down his gorgeous body as he reached low, working me as he repeatedly plunged in.
I groaned his name, holding on for dear life.
“That’s right, baby,” Austin murmured, slapping against me. “Tell me who you belong to.”
I said his name again, over and over, as the pressure mounted. His hips swung hard, and I loved every second of it. His kiss captured my scream of release as he shook against me.
He was still shaking when he backed off, easing my leg down so I could stand on my own.