Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“That is true. What’re you thinking?” he asked with a sly smile.
“I’m thinking that tonight is our last night to get some sweet, sweet lovin’.”
“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?”
“If you have to ask, I’m obviously not doing it right,” I answered as he gripped my panties and pulled them slowly down my legs.
“You’re already wet,” he commented in surprise as he pushed my knees wide.
I threw my arm over my face in embarrassment. “Well, your face has been very close to my downstairs!”
“Your downstairs?” he asked in amusement, his breath hitting my heated skin.
“Well, what would you call it?”
“Vagina. Cunt. Pussy…Clit.”
“Shit,” I breathed out as he licked at me. “You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Anderson.”
“I can make it dirtier,” he replied before sucking my clit between his lips.
Shane’s hands moved over my thighs as his tongue and lips moved between them, and for the first time he was in no hurry. Every lick and suck was deliberate, pushing me gently toward the edge and then pulling me away again, until I was sweating and arching against my new sheets.
“You ready?” he asked breathlessly as he finally pulled away, pushing his shorts down his hips.
“If you don’t make me come in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to hurt you,” I whimpered back, making him laugh.
“When you come, your cunt practically throbs and you get so fucking wet,” he whispered into my ear as he moved on top of me. “I want you around my cock when that happens.”
Shane slid gently inside me with one long thrust, then pulled one of my knees up until my leg was bent between us. He watched my face closely as he pushed in slowly over and over, moving my legs around and changing the angle until he finally hit a spot that had my entire body jolting.
“There it is,” he whispered with a pleased smile. “Hang on, baby.”
“Holy fuck,” I mumbled as he slid over that spot again and again. My entire body was frozen as he moved. I was terrified that I’d arch and he’d lose it again, and the feeling of him rubbing against my G-spot was not one I wanted to let go of anytime soon.
“You’re so cute,” Shane said with a smile as I watched him with wide eyes. “You’re trying so hard to keep still.”
“Oh God, that feels good,” I moaned back as he moved faster.
“If you don’t want me to stop, you better put your hands on me,” he warned, snapping his hips forward. “I know where it is now. Nothing you do is going to stop me from finding it.”
“What if—”
“Hands, now,” he ordered.
I lifted my hands to his torso, one wrapping around his back and the other up to wrap gently around the front of his throat.
He grunted, and I felt him swallow hard as his face dropped to mine, changing the angle of his hips so I whimpered into his mouth.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he breathed, lifting both of my legs until they were bent and pressing against his chest and he was hitting my G-spot again. “There you go.”
“Please,” I begged hoarsely.
“Harder?” He pulled back and thrust in desperately as he kissed me hard.
“Yes. Yes. Like that.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re sexy,” he mumbled into my mouth. “You’re almost there, Kate. Take it. Fuck!”
I detonated, and he followed closely behind me with a deep groan. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and I felt like I’d run a mile by the time he pulled out of me.
“Okay?” he asked gently as he helped me straighten out my legs.
“I feel like a limp noodle,” I groaned, climbing out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom,” I mumbled, my eyes already growing heavy with exhaustion. “UTIs are no joke.”
“Sexy,” he teased.
“Biology,” I retorted as I walked away.
When I got back to my bedroom, I was surprised to find Shane still lying in my bed.
“If you sleep close to me, we can avoid the wet spot,” he informed me cautiously. “Unless you want me to go.”
“No, stay,” I said tiredly, crawling in beside him. “But I’m going to sleep.”
“I don’t know what we’re doing, Katie,” Shane said as he pulled me spoon-style into the curve of his body. “We probably just made shit worse.”
“Regrets already?” I asked lightly, my eyes popping back open.
“No. No regrets,” he assured me, giving me a squeeze.
“We don’t have to figure anything out tonight,” I reminded him, my stomach churning. “Right?”
“Yeah, okay,” he whispered into the back of my head.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but my eyes filled with tears that I refused to let fall. I wasn’t a woman who mixed sex with love—I never had been. Sexual attraction wasn’t necessarily an indication of any stronger feelings. Occasionally over the years, I’d even had a couple one-night stands.
But the man lying next to me was Shane.