Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Her nails bit into my shoulders and I groaned at the unexpected sensation. She hooked her legs around my waist, shifting my cock so it connected to her clit, and moaned into my mouth.
Fuuuck. I wasn’t sure I’d consciously been waiting for this moment, but it was like I’d been let off a leash and I was finally free. “I think I wanted this all along,” I said as I pulled back to look at her. Her normally sleek bob was a little mussed and her lips were red because of my mouth rather than any lipstick.
“You wanted to kiss me with tongue and dry hump me in front of my family?”
I laughed. “If I knew it would be this good, then probably.”
I leaned up, creating space between our bodies, and Parker unbuttoned her pajama top. At the sight of the flesh of her stomach, I sunk down to lick and suck and kiss my way up, up, up to her neck. “You have the most gorgeous skin,” I said.
“Must be all the cream puffs,” she said, and I couldn’t help but grin like the cat who got the cream, licked the bowl, and got a refill. “What?” she asked.
“You,” I replied.
“What about me?”
“I like you. I like talking with you and I like saying nothing with you. I like being with you.”
She trailed a finger down my chest and it was the most seductive touch I’d ever felt. “I like you too.”
I shifted to pull off her pajama trousers as she slipped off her top. I took in her body in its full glory. “You’re so beautiful.”
“No, you’re so beautiful.” She sat up and smoothed her hand down my arm. “It’s like you’re made from velvet-coated steel or something.”
I exhaled at the sight of her shifting breasts and the feel of her fingers tracing every bump and curve of my body. “You feel as good as I thought you would when I first ran into you.”
“You taste just as good as I thought you would covered in cream.”
“I like your thumb,” she said, cupping my hand in hers and raising it to her mouth so she could press a kiss to my skin. “And your hands.” She turned my palm down and kissed my knuckles. “This trail of hair seems like a tease, a promise of something more.” She shifted to sit in my lap and pressed her hands over my chest. “Like it’s protecting something precious that not many get to see. Or feel. Or experience.”
We both looked down and saw my erection protruding up and out of my boxers, flat against my stomach. I lay back on the pillows and she pulled the material down and off my legs before crawling back over me, her legs either side of my waist.
We locked eyes as she shifted further up, her folds dragging up my thickness. She stopped and huffed out breath.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
There were so many right answers, I didn’t know which one to pick.
Doing what felt good?
Acting on instinct?
Exploring our feelings?
Instead of giving her an answer when I wasn’t sure, I smoothed my hands over her waist and locked them over her hips. I didn’t want her to do anything she didn’t want to, but she had to know I wanted this too.
She started to shift, little movements up and down, the drag of her over my cock sending electric pulses to my balls. The knowing smile framed by that sleek, black bob chased my heartbeat around my body.
Ever since bumping into her in the hotel lobby, I’d thought Parker was fun and intriguing and completely gorgeous. It was why I bid on her. But how had I never focused on her body more? Her breasts were perfect and round, with dusky pink nipples that jutted forward like they were begging to be tasted. The flare of her waist, the sweep of her neck, her soft, hot skin. Her lips, that smile, the way I could tell when she was looking at me. It all cranked up my desire into the red zone. She was the kind of woman who lived in every man’s fantasy.
How had I held off until now? Now she was naked and on top of me, I felt like a bloody idiot for not making a move sooner.
She leaned forward and arched her back. The way her fingers curled against my chest and her arse widened was too much. I sat up and captured her nipple in my mouth, curling my tongue, sucking and pulling.
Her hands thrust in my hair and she moaned. “What are we doing?” she asked again.
I pulled back, replacing my mouth with my hand as I reached behind her and my fingers found her wetness. “We’re rutting, fucking, making love.” We locked eyes and I slid my hand back to her hips. “Is it okay?” I asked.