Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Pulling away from my mouth, he trails kisses down my neck and to my chest. When he reaches my breasts again, he wastes no time pulling a hard nipple into his mouth. He’s nipping, and sucking, and licking, and I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life. I rub my thighs together to quell the ache he’s creating inside me.
From one breast to the next, he takes turns loving on me. My hands are buried in his hair, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. He has a singular focus, and that’s to get his fill, and I’m not complaining. Other than the moans he’s pulling from deep in my chest that escape my lips, I’m not saying a word. I’m too fearful he might break out of the lustful haze he’s in and stop.
I don’t want him to stop.
In fact, I’m mentally trying to devise a plan to make this happen every night for the rest of my stay. That is until he bites down a little harder on my right nipple, and pleasure rolls through me. I feel a rush of heat between my thighs. I feel my face flush at my body’s response to his mouth on me.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, moving back to my left breast.
Over and over again, he ravishes me with his mouth. The pressure starts to build, and I’m no longer embarrassed. Instead, I grip his hair harder, holding him to me. “Don’t stop,” I pant.
He does as I ask, not once taking a break. His mouth and his hands are driving me insane. I shift on the bed, but he’s onto me. He moves so that he’s nestled between my thighs. I can feel his hard cock through the thin fabric of my pajamas, and when he grinds his hips, that’s all it takes. I shoot off like a rocket. “Chad!” I call his name as pleasure rolls through me.
He doesn’t stop until my body falls to the mattress. Then, he still doesn’t stop kissing me. His lips trail down my quivering belly before starting their journey back. He stops at each breast, giving them equal attention before his lips glide farther up my chest, kissing up my neck until finally, he reaches my lips.
He lifts his head to stare at me. His eyes roam over my face, my chest, and my belly. Every part of me that’s exposed to him, he rakes his gaze over as if he needs to memorize my every feature. When his eyes come back to mine, his lips tilt in a smile. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that I should be embarrassed that I did… that, just from your mouth on my breasts, but honestly, I’m too turned on and too blissed out to care. I’m sure I’ll freak out later.”
“No. Never. Please, don’t do that.” He kisses me quickly. “I promise you that was the hottest sexual experience of my life. To date.”
“Can we not talk about you and other people?” I say, rolling my eyes playfully.
“Hey.” He’s suddenly serious. He cradles my face in the palm of his hand and doesn’t speak until he’s sure he has my full attention. He doesn’t realize that he always does. Always has since the moment I met him. “There is no one but you.” He taps his temple with his index finger on his free hand. “Up here”—he moves his hand to tap his chest over his heart—“or in here. All I see is you.”
I want so badly to believe him, but I know he’s all worked up from what we just shared. “Can you stay? We said one night, and I’d really like to fall asleep with you.” I bite down on my bottom lip, worried this night is about to end.
“Is that what you want? For me to stay?”
I nod. “I want you to hold me. Like that night.”
I don’t need to elaborate. He knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Can I still kiss you?”
This pulls a smile out of me. “The night’s not over.”
“Do you happen to know how to freeze time?” he asks.
This time I laugh and swat playfully at his shoulder. “No, but if I did, I would have already done it.”
He nods thoughtfully, letting me know he would have done the same.
“If only,” he says, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“Chad?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me this won’t change us.” Something passes in his eyes, but it’s gone before I can name it.
“I give you my word.”
I nod because that’s good enough for me. Chad Anthony is honorable, and I know that anything he tells me is his truth.
“You ready for bed?” he asks.
“I… should probably go clean up.”
His eyes flare with heat. I almost ask him to help me. Almost.