Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
This is her pace. This is what she needs from me. But this is what I can give her—the truth of my heart. “Love the way you look right now,” I tell her.
Her smile is instant and it’s mine. All mine.
I reach for her and slide my hands up her sides, touching the smooth skin on her right side, the bumpy skin on the left. I hate that guy who hurt her self-esteem, but I fucking love that he showed himself the door so I could kick it open. “In case you’re wondering, I’m calling you tomorrow. I’m dirty texting you tomorrow. I’m bringing you a London fog tomorrow,” I say.
She breathes out a long, shuddering sigh. “Fuck me tonight.”
And my clothes vanish in seconds. Then I run a hand up her leg and across the red lace of her panties. “Let me take these off too.”
“You better,” she says.
I slide them down her legs, taking my time, enjoying her being exposed to me. She’s glistening and the more I see, the harder I get. When her panties are all the way off, I bring them to my nose and inhale her greedily. “Fucking delicious,” I say, then, like the filthy man I am, I flick my tongue along the wet panel and taste her arousal.
She gasps, then shoves a hand between her thighs, playing with her clit.
Yes. Fucking yes.
I drop the panties to the floor and kneel between her legs, spreading her thighs. As she watches me, I stroke my dick. “Trust me, Everly,” I say, shuttling my fist down my hard length. “I want you even more than I did before.”
“Then get a condom, Max Lambert, and fuck me like you mean it.”
Yup. I’m even harder than I’d thought possible. Seconds later, I’m covering my dick, then hiking up her legs, pushing her knees toward those gorgeous tits so her pussy’s spread for me. “Look how wet you are,” I say.
“Do something about it.”
I notch the head of my cock against her wetness, then hiss in a sharp breath. I close my eyes. I need a moment. This is so fucking good. All this slickness, all this softness, all this arousal for me. I open my eyes and I sink into her, filling her completely.
Her breath comes in a staggered gasp. Then, I comply with her demand. I fuck her like I mean it. I grab her hips, jerk her down on my cock, then work her on my dick. She’s moaning and gasping, her lips parting, and it’s so damn good. And it’s even better when her hands fly to her tits and she plays with them.
“Mine. Those are fucking mine,” I say, possessiveness gripping me.
“Then touch them,” she challenges me.
With one hand holding her right hip, I thrust into her again and again, reaching for her breast with the other hand, playing with the nipple.
She shudders with each touch. She gets wetter. Her pussy grips me. I’m so turned on from her desire, but I want her to truly understand the depths of my lust. That nothing stops me from wanting her. That no scars will scare me away. I lean closer and rasp out, “Want to get you naked. Put you on all fours. Fuck you from behind. Touch you everywhere.”
I’m taking a chance but that’s my nature.
“You do?” She gasps, a little disbelieving, a lot turned on.
“I really fucking do, Everly,” I say, making a dirty promise I plan to keep. “You want that?”
She nods quickly, desperately. “Yes. Soon, I promise soon,” she says, and lets go of her breast to grab the neckline of her shirt. In one quick move, she tugs it over her head.
My breath halts. I’m floored. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I whisper.
“Me neither,” she says, her eyes wide, her voice nervous as she drops down to the bed. The view is no different for me. I can’t see her back. But I can see the courage that move took. The guts. She’s naked with me.
I lower my chest to hers, feeling her against me as I find our pace again, picking up the rhythm, thrusting deep, the way she likes it. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me close.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” I tell her, because it’s what she needs to hear, and because it’s true.
She tosses her head back against the pillow and unleashes the hottest groan ever. “Coming,” she cries out, shuddering.
Pleasure charges down my body in a hot, sharp, electric spike. I come hard, then collapse onto her, kissing her face, her neck, her hair.
She bands her arms around me, keeping me close to her for a minute till she whispers, “Give me a sec.”
I take my cue, ease out, and head to the bathroom, giving her privacy. When I return to the bedroom, she’s put the shirt back on. After she pops into the en suite, she comes back to bed, and I pull her next to me, then inhale the last traces of gardenias in her hair. Hair that I’m privileged to touch, that I mightn’t have been able to touch if those emergency responders hadn’t arrived when they did. All I can think is just in time.