Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
His lips quirk and my heart fills with peace and joy. “I love you, too. More than you can imagine.”
“Same,” I whisper back.
His chest rumbles as he chuckles and I flash him a tender little smile, then I gasp, caught off guard when he pushes the blunt end of his finger into me.
I dart a look at the boys, slapping a hand over my own mouth. I’m nervous about getting caught and don’t want any sudden movements to draw their attention, so I force my hand away from my mouth and try to pretend nothing sinful is going on over here.
My heart beats faster but I try to keep my breathing steady. Obviously, if I start panting shamelessly, I’m bound to attract some attention.
His finger curls up and tingles travel up my spine and buzz through my head. My eyes drift closed and a soft breath escapes me.
God, it’s hard not to moan his name.
Maybe we can blow off the movie and go upstairs. I’d rather get fucked before dinner than watch a movie any night of the week.
This feels great, but I don’t just want him to finger me beneath the blanket. I want to suck him and not have to worry about anyone hearing. I want to feel the delicious invasion of his cock driving deep inside my body.
Between his touch and my thoughts, I’m getting more excited than I mean to. My breath starts to hitch. Milo must think I’m being too loud because he pulls his finger out of me.
Dammit.
I take a deep breath and do my best to ignore the stirrings of desire. He might be willing to play with me and tease me, but of course he’s not going to get me off in the living room with people around. What was I thinking?
Jeeze, Kennedy, get it together.
Besides, I know the man is a damn tease. He’ll probably have me twisted in knots of lust, unable to even taste my food or think about anything clearly until we’re upstairs in bed and his cock is pounding into me.
His body shifts beneath mine as he reaches back for his glass of water on the end table. I hear the ice cubes slosh in the water, then he takes a sip. He replaces the glass on the table and eases back into the relaxed position we were in before.
Only then I hear a noise like he’s taking something out of his mouth. I turn my head to look.
I can’t see anything in his hand, but when he slides it back beneath the blanket, a sudden chill sweeps over me as he presses an ice cube against my stomach.
The chill makes me stiffen, but it makes my nerve endings sing.
“Close your eyes,” Milo whispers.
I lick my lips, then do as he says.
He runs the ice cube up my belly, dragging it over my breasts and just barely touching it to my rock hard nipples.
Chills dance all over my skin as he tilts his head and kisses the side of my neck with his warm mouth, at odds with the ice gliding over my skin.
Oh, god.
It’s hard to keep my breathing steady. Almost impossible.
He runs it over my tits again following a different path across my heated skin, then he teases my nipples and I nearly cry out.
His hand bites into my hip when I do. My heart slams in my chest at the bite of censure. I work harder to control myself as he drags the slippery ice cube back down my tummy, around my belly button, and then slips his hand beneath my shorts.
I grip the couch cushion and fail to entirely stop a moan from escaping my throat as he drags the chilly cube along my inner thigh then teases the seam of my pussy.
He kisses the shell of my ear, then rumbles quietly, “When we’re in bed later, I’ll run my tongue over every inch of skin this ice cube touches. I wish I could lick it off you right now.”
Oh, god. I wish that, too.
My whole body trembles but not from the cold.
Icy cold water drips down my pussy. He uses his long middle finger to spread me open so it goes inside me.
Fuck.
I writhe against him as he drags the ice cube lower, pushing it between my pussy lips for just a second, then teasing the outside again. My pussy pulses with need as he teases me, clenching around nothing.
“Milo, please,” I whisper.
I don’t really know what I’m begging for since I can’t have what I want right now. Not here. Not in the living room where we’re not alone.
He slides the ice cube back up over my hip bone and tummy, glances over my nipples just enough to tease me. Then, he brings it higher to the base of my neck. I sigh as he drags it up the same side he kissed, then puts his mouth there and licks up the path of water dripping down my neck.