Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Without a word, he picks me up and carries me into the house, his mouth never leaving mine. Instead of my bedroom, he carries me into the living room, straight to the couch. As soon as my back hits the sofa, his weight settles between my legs and I moan, feeling his thickness through his jeans. His mouth leaves mine so he can pull my sweatshirt off, and as soon as it’s over my head, he tosses it to the floor then looks down at the old T-shirt I’m wearing.
“Only you can you make an old-ass tee look hot,” he says, taking my shirt up as his hands slide against my oversensitive skin.
My head falls back and my eyes close in embarrassment. I’m probably the only woman over the age of twenty-five who doesn’t own one sexy nightie or a cute pair of pajamas. I bet every woman he’s been with before only ever wore lingerie to bed when there was even a possibility he would be around.
“Look at me, baby,” he demands, as both hands cup my breasts. My eyes fly open and my back arches, forcing my breast deeper into his palms. “I want you as you are.” Feeling my heart start to pound, I wonder if I said what I was thinking earlier out loud. “I love you just the way you are,” he states, looking into my eyes.
Before I can react to his declaration, his head dips and his tongue circles one nipple and he pulls it deep into his mouth, sucking hard. My head arches back into the couch while one of his hands moves down my stomach and under the waistband of my shorts. His mouth leaves my breast and captures mine once more as his fingers slide between my folds.
“So goddamn wet,” he growls into my mouth, and I moan into his while he rolls his fingers over my clit. When he thrust two fingers deep inside me, I gasp from the sudden fullness. He pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine. “Tight, so fucking tight. Fuck.” He fingers fuck into me ruthlessly, curving up and hitting just the right spot. “Keep you’re eyes open and on me.”
I try. I really do. But it’s too much. Him looking at me, his scent surrounding me, his weight heavy between my legs, his groans filling my ears. It’s all too much, way too much. I need to block something out. My eyes start to slide closed again but then spring open when he nips my neck hard.
“Open your eyes. Do not take them off mine. I want to know you see me, that you know it’s my hand between your legs.” His fingers still, as he growls, “I want you to see it’s me who’s fingering you to orgasm.”
His dirty words, his fingers thrusting back into me harder than before, and his thumb rolling over my clit sends me over the edge. I come moaning his name while looking into his eyes. My body spasms, my muscles bunch, and my breath gets stuck in my throat as I ride out my orgasm with my eyes locked with his.
“I knew you’d be beautiful when you came for me.” His words whisper across my lips, and my eyes slide closed as he peppers kisses down my jaw.
How the hell did I go from arguing with Denver on my front porch, to having him make me come with his hands between my legs on my couch—giving me the best orgasm of my entire life? My thighs tighten as he removes his fingers from my still pulsing core, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering at the loss. When his fingers graze my oversensitive clit, my hips buck and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I can’t believe that just happened. It’s not that I’ve never had an orgasm before, but I’ve always had to work for every one I’ve gotten. More often than not, I wouldn’t even get there, because it just took too long for me to relax enough to enjoy sex or foreplay. Even after all the years Gabe and I were together, I was never able to loosen up enough to get off without a lot of work on my part.
“Bre.”
“I… I don’t know what just happened,” I whisper.
“Look at me, Bre.”
“That’s never happened.” I don’t know if I’m humiliated or shocked by my body’s response to him.
“What’s never happened?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed.
“Bre, look at me.”
“Get off me.”
“No.”
God, why is he so annoying?
“Look at me,” he growls.
My eyes snap open and narrow on him. “Can you get off me?” I ask angrily, as panic starts to fill my chest.
“What’s never happened?”
“Nothing.” I try to sit up, but his heavy weight still between my legs doesn’t give me much room to move.