Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Can’t go wrong.”
Slipping off the couch, he kneels beside me. “I was hoping you’d say that.” The blanket is peeled from my body. His breath stops hard, but then he smiles as he reaches to trace the outline of our twin tattoo.
“It matches yours,” I whisper, unsure what else to say.
“It does.” He leans down and kisses it twice. With his fingers lingering there, he says, “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
“What?”
As if having my boobs vulnerable to the cold air weren’t enough, now he wants to go dow—I spin into place, facing him and the fire roaring a few feet away. There’s no smooth or sexy way to do this, but his eyes are still locked on me like a lion about to get a steak.
He places each of my legs over his shoulders, but our height difference comes into play. He tugs me by the ass until I’m on my back. There are no pleasantries exchanged or how you are doing, no kissing to warm me up, and no foreplay. Laird angles his shoulders and gives my vagina a once-over before diving right in.
I jolt from the sensations shooting straight from my core, already knowing this will be too much to hold on. “Ah, Laird.” He looks up from between my legs and licks his lips.
Take me now.
I.
Am.
Dead.
With his eyes still on mine, he drags his tongue through my lower lips and then asks, “What is it?”
I suck in a breath and exhale. “Nothing. You just . . .” Too turned on to even think, I mutter, “Carry on.”
His smirk is as rogue as it gets, and he dips back down, his tongue traveling through my slit to stake claim to my entrance.
My mouth falls open, and a moan tumbles out. I grab his shoulders, mesmerized by the sight of him and the fire blazing in the background. “So hot.”
Instead of fighting to stay present, I chase the feeling. Being kissed like it’s my mouth is so dirty it’s sexy. He smashes his mouth against me while his fingers take ownership of my clit. A fleeting thought has me wondering if it will ever be mine again. Not when it feels this good to be touched, sucked, blissfully tortured by him.
Wriggling, I push myself against that marvelous mouth of his, needing more. “Yes, harder.”
He plunges his tongue, thrusting in and out without reprieve, an onslaught of warm breath and rough kisses. Every pulse, every beat of my heart on high alert, every part of me is a live wire ready to send me over the edge.
Closing my eyes, I follow the darkness, seeking the light. Pushing my head into the cushion, I begin to lose touch. “Laird,” I cry in sheer pleasure, then tumble to my fate. “Yes. God, yes.”
My body is cold, and my legs are spun to the side. A packet ripping breaks through my psyche. Laird settles on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee.
As the last of the tremors roll through me, I open my eyes. “Oh my God.”
He smiles, no arrogance in sight. “Do you feel good?”
“So good.” I butterfly my legs and cup his face. “But I need more.” I kiss him, tasting myself on his mouth and lifting my hips to meet the tip of his erection. “I want you.”
So fast.
So hard.
I fall back, closing my eyes to absorb the shock. My thoughts are wild as he starts thrusting in and out, the blanket causing us to slide across the couch. He drops his head beside mine and groans to a stop. “Fuck.”
Opening my eyes, I find his already on me. He grins the naughtiest I’ve ever seen him. Through jagged breaths, I smile back. “What is it?”
“You. You’re fucking beautiful like that.”
Heat floods my face, but I pretend the compliment doesn’t make me feel incredible. “Like what?”
“With me inside you.”
I burst into flames, my whole body burning under his gaze. Scraping my nails lightly down his back, I whisper, “You feel too good to stop.”
“I can’t get traction on this fucking couch. We’re slipping all over the fucking place.”
“Bed?”
“Definitely.” He’s up and grabbing me bundled in the blanket. He walks down the hall and sets me on the bed. The curtains are open, allowing just a hint of the night in. I climb under the covers, and he moves in right after.
It feels different in here. Less hurried. Softer, like the sheets. More romantic. Away from the fire, the air is too cold to stay exposed for long. We reposition, making sure the covers remain over us.
This time, he enters me while staring into my eyes and follows with a gentle kiss. Our lips part as I wrap my arms around him. Slower, our bodies move together and then against, finding purchase in each other instead of the mattress.