Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“I think so. Are you over being angry?”
“Yeah.” He brushes his lips across mine then uses his hold on me to tip my head farther to the side and deepens the kiss. When he pulls back, I’m panting for breath. “You ready to get home?”
I force my eyes open as my mind screams no.
“Yes.”
“Come on.” He keeps his hold on me and uses his free hand to open the door then, just like earlier, he lifts me off the ground with ease and places me on the seat. I smile down at him, tucking in my feet, and he smiles back before slamming the door closed. When he gets in behind the wheel, I buckle up, hating that our date is over but loving that it went as good as it did, even with the bit of drama.
“In case I forget, you should know I had a great time,” I tell him as he backs out of the parking space, and looks over at me.
“Me too.” He reaches for my hand, and once he has it in his grasp, he kisses my fingertips then locks our hands together. He rests them on his hard thigh, keeping hold of me as he drives us across town.
When we reach my place, my nervousness once again kicks in as the energy between us zaps with an undercurrent of heat, making my skin tingle and my heart pound. Without a word, he gets out and comes around to help me down, and after my feet are firmly on solid ground, we walk hand in hand to my apartment. As soon as I have the door open, the heat between us is ignited, and whatever has been keeping us both in check is forgotten.
I’m not sure who kisses who first, but I memorize his taste as his tongue thrusts between my lips and moan as he slides his hands down my body then back up to slowly peel my dress off over my head. I help him out of his shirt with fumbling fingers, and when he’s free of the garment and it’s discarded on the floor with my dress, my palms skate across his warm, muscular skin. We stumble toward my bedroom, devouring each other at a frenzied pace, touching, nipping, gripping anything we can get our hands or mouths on.
When my back hits my bed and his warm body settles over mine, I whisper his name, and he kisses me before moving his warm mouth down the column of my throat to my breast. I arch into him and whimper when I feel the fabric of my lace bra between his warm, wet mouth and my skin. Reading my distress, he slides the material down then captures my nipple between his teeth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I almost come from the contact and dig my nails into his back.
When he pulls away, we’re both panting with need and the desire between us is saturating the air. “Ember.” The look in his gaze is questioning.
“Gareth.” I raise my hips and wrap my legs around his waist in answer.
“Jesus.” He grinds his cock against my still covered pussy, and I shiver in need.
“Please don’t make me beg.” I dig my nails into his skin, and he slides his hands down my hips, dragging my panties off. The moment the material is gone his fingers slide over my clit, my inner muscles spasm.
“You never have to beg with me.” He kisses me once more then the sound of a condom being torn open rips through the silence, and seconds later, he fills me in one smooth stroke. I cry out in pain and pleasure. He’s huge, wide and long, and I feel every single inch of him branding my insides, making them his own. When he pulls back with just the tip of his cock resting against me, I lift my head and capture his lips while using the heels of my feet to bring him back into me. Every part of us is in sync as he fucks me into oblivion, and when I start to come, I know he’s capable of touching a piece of me I didn’t even know existed until him. “Oh, God.”
“Jesus. Give it to me. Let go,” he growls, thrusting harder and faster.
“Gareth,” I hiss his name, not sure I’m capable of handling what I feel coming.
“Let go, Ember. I’ve got you.” He moves his thumb to my clit, and that’s all it takes. My mind blanks and I feel nothing but the piercing pleasure of my orgasm as it radiates from my inner core outward to each cell in my body, lighting me up. As I let go, I disappear over the edge, panting for breath with my eyes closed, not wanting to miss out on one second of what I’m experiencing. “Fucking Christ, you’re perfection,” he rumbles, smoothing my hair away from my damp face. “I’m close, baby.”