Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He pinches the other one and elicits the same response.
With a growl, his mouth collides with mine as he presses me against the cushions and settles on top of me. His thick erection nestles against the vee between my legs. The way he grinds against my clit, bumping it at the perfect angle, is dizzying. I can’t stop myself from shifting, silently begging for more of the addictive sensations that reverberate throughout my body.
He pulls away long enough to growl, “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”
It’s precisely what he does to me.
His gaze stays fastened to mine as he nips my lower lip, tugging it before setting it free. And then he’s delving in for more. There’s the scrape of teeth and the slide of tongues. Just when I think I’ll come from this alone, his mouth drifts to the point of my chin before grazing my jawline.
It’s not a conscious decision to bare the column of my throat. More like instinct. The need to feel his touch everywhere. Another round of arousal detonates in my core as he sucks at the delicate flesh. Impatience spirals through me as my nipples brush the cotton of his sweatshirt. I want to feel his chiseled muscles pressing against my softness. My fingers drift to the hem before giving it a tug. That movement is all it takes to capture his attention.
“You want it off, sweet girl?”
“Please.”
Another rumble escapes from deep within his chest as his eyes darken. “Fuck but I love the sound of that word on your lips.”
He rises just enough to tug the thick material over his head before tossing it aside. My gaze dips to the tantalizing sight of sun-kissed abdominals.
The T-shirt is the next to get shed until he’s just as bare chested as I am.
There’s no doubt about it. His body really is perfection.
As stunning as a statue you’d admire in a museum.
There’s a whirl of golden blond hair on his chest that arrows down his eight pack before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. It’s tempting to flick open the button and shove them down his lean hips and thighs.
I’m dying to get another glimpse of his cock.
It can’t possibly be as thick and beautiful as I remember.
“Are you done checking me out yet?”
I slant a glance upward. Both heat and humor simmer in his ocean-colored depths.
“For now.”
With a smirk, he lowers himself until he’s fully stretched out on top of my body. His naked skin feels so good against mine. The kiss that unfolds between us is surprisingly less frenzied than the one that came before it. It’s like he was afraid I might say no and now understands there’s no need to rush. We can take our time and enjoy the moment.
Deep down, I realize this is a bad idea, but there’s no stopping it. I’ll deal with the ramifications tomorrow.
Tonight, I want to feel him buried deep within me until I have no other choice but to shudder around him.
Just like in Vegas.
His tongue slides inside my mouth to mingle with my own. It’s the slow brush of velvet with the light scrape of teeth.
My arms tangle around his neck to draw him closer.
“So damn greedy,” he whispers before licking at my lips.
And then he’s dipping lower to my chest. His hands drift to the outer sides of my breasts before pressing them closer. He licks one pert tip before sucking it into the warmth of his mouth.
Pleasure blooms inside me as I arch, only wanting to get closer.
He’s right about being greedy.
When I’m with Colby, my brain clicks off and I stop thinking about what my future will look like and the tough decisions I’ll be forced to make. I’m only able to focus on the delicious sensation that careens through my veins.
For better or worse, everything else gets blotted out.
He releases my nipple before zeroing in on the other, giving it the same ardent attention. He sinks lower until he’s eye level with the waistband of my jeans. His gaze flicks to mine as the fingers hover over the metal button.
I jerk my head into a tight nod before the question can leave his lips.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, attacking both the button and zipper.
He makes quick work of the thick denim, tugging it down my hips and thighs. The jeans meet the same fate as the sweater until I’m left in a thong. He sits back and allows his hungry gaze to rove over my nearly naked length. Everywhere it touches, heat ignites as if it’s a physical caress.
“Have I mentioned that you’re gorgeous?”
My lips bow at the compliment. I’ve been given thousands of them over the years, but for some reason, it means more coming from Colby.
“Pretty sure that you did.”
“Well, I’m saying it again, because it’s one hundred percent the truth. I could stare at you for hours.”