Until Hanna (Until Her #9) Read Online Aurora Rose Reynolds

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Until Her Series by Aurora Rose Reynolds
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“Great, since she promised it’s not, we can both go.” He smiles but it’s not a real smile.

“You are not going with me!” My eyes widen at the thought.

“Why not? If it’s just some friends hanging out, I don’t see why I can’t be included.”

“Oh my God, you cannot be serious.”

“Very. So where are we going?”

“You’re not going anywhere! We’re going to dinner, then maybe out for a drink.”

“Dinner and drinks,” he repeats slowly, and darn, I know exactly what he’s thinking, because dinner and drinks is totally a date thing for couples to do.

“It’s not a date,” I repeat, and he lowers his face an inch from mine, while his hand slides under my T-shirt and comes to rest on my bare stomach.

I expect him to say something else about tomorrow, but instead, he slides his nose along my cheek, then asks quietly against my ear, “Do you still have my marks?”

The whispered question causes goose bumps to spread across my skin, and my pulse jumps. His marks. There is no missing the claim in those two words or how I felt knowing they were there. I also didn’t think I’d miss them, but as they slowly vanished from my skin, I did.

When he pulls back and meets my gaze, I lick my lips. There is no anger in his features, just desire, possessiveness, and something else I can’t decipher. “Do you?”

“No,” I say quietly, and he slides his hand up to rest just below my breast, and I fight the urge to stretch into his touch as he looms over me. I don’t know who moves first, but my mouth opens under his, and the instant his tongue rolls across mine, his hand slides up to cup my breast, and I whimper.

So lost in the kiss, I don’t feel his hand move until his fingers are sliding under the elastic band of my panties and between the lips of my pussy. The first brush of his fingers against my clit has my hips arching off the bed, seeking more. My body remembers exactly what he’s capable of with just a touch, a lick, or a bite, so when he slides two fingers inside me and hits that spot that makes me see stars, I grab onto his arm.

I missed this, the power of him and how he seems to know my body better than I do. As his fingers work in and out of me, with his thumb brushing my clit, I feel heat pool in my belly and travel through my limbs, causing my scalp to tingle and my toes to curl.

“I’m so close… so close.” Just when I know I’m about to fall over the edge and my core begins to clench around his fingers, he takes them from me, and my eyes shoot open. “Walker!”

“Can I come with you tomorrow?”

“No,” I pant, and he grins, moving up on his knees between my legs.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper when he tugs my shorts down over my hips, tossing them over his shoulder. “Walker.”

“Yeah, baby?” He pulls me up by the front of my shirt and kisses me before I can ask him what he’s doing. His tongue thrusts into my mouth while his hands slide my shirt up my waist. I lose his mouth when he takes it off over my head, but it’s only for a moment, then it’s right back, distracting me as he unhooks the front clasp of my bra.

“You were saying something?” he asks, dragging his mouth away from mine with a nip to my bottom lip while using his weight to force me back on the bed.

Was I? I can’t remember or think clearly, especially when he sits back on his heels, still fully clothed, and slides his large, warm hands up my thighs, over my stomach, and cups my breasts.

Completely naked while he’s fully dressed, I feel at a disadvantage. But I forget all about that when he smooths his hands back down my stomach and spreads my legs farther by putting pressure on the inside of my knees.

Anticipation is its own kind of aphrodisiac as I watch his darkened gaze roam over my body and between my legs. I jump when his fingers slide through the wetness and over my hypersensitive clit.

“You’re very wet and swollen, baby.” A grin forms on his handsome face right before he bends forward and buries his face between my legs, licking right up my center.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I hold on as he uses his talented mouth to torture me, alternating between licking and sucking. My back arches, and my core clenches tight as stars begin to dance behind my closed eyelids. That heat from earlier spreads just as quickly through my limbs and across my scalp. Just when I know I’m going to fall over the edge into bliss, he stops.


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