Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
We’re going to my room, damn it.
The table where we dined still sits under the palm tree, but it’s been cleared of our dirty dishes. We reach the deck, which is also vacant. The sun has fully set, and I have no idea where the others are. Well...other than River and Emily.
Emily...who wasn’t nearly as angry at me as I thought she might be for choosing Sebastian to lunch with tomorrow.
Tomorrow is tomorrow, though, and tonight...
Tonight I want the man squeezing my hand. The man whose glasses give him the sexiest professor vibe I’ve ever seen. The man who loves southern cooking as much as I do, and who likes to fish and makes his living by spinning tales.
Alex Maxwell.
I think I’m more attracted to him than I am to Brett.
Brett has those California blond good looks, of course. Totally my type.
But Alex...
Alex isn’t someone I’d ever have gone for back home, which makes him all the more enticing.
We reach the mansion, and I lead him up the stairwell to the third floor and to my suite. I pull out my keycard and unlock the room. Oh God...did I remember to make my bed?
Then relief sweeps through me. We have housekeeping here. The bed will be made.
I’m not in podunk Alabama anymore.
Not rolling around serving burgers, fries, and Diet Cokes while I fend off grabby truckers and horny locals.
I’m with a billionaire—who’s not at all grabby—and about to take him into my room.
Into my bed.
Alex steps in behind me and closes my door gently. “You sure about this?”
I nod. “I am. I want you, Alex.”
He takes a step toward me, his hazel eyes turning to green-gold. “What do you want from me?”
“Whatever you’re willing to give.”
“You sure about that?” He closes the distance between us. “Because I haven’t put any limitations on myself. I’ll take you to bed, but only if it’s what you want. You have to tell me.”
“I...”
“I have to hear you say it, Ariel.”
“I want you...I want you to lick me. Between my legs.” I close my eyes as my cheeks burn with heat. “That’s what I want.”
“Open your eyes, Ariel.”
I obey him, and he’s staring at me with fire in his gaze.
“I’ll eat you until you’re raw, angel. And I’ll bet you’re sweeter than that pie we had for dessert.”
His words ignite under my flesh, as if he struck a match and it’s sizzling beneath my skin.
He caresses my shoulders and then trails his hands to my chest, where he slides my sequined tank top over my breasts so they fall free.
He sucks in a breath. “As beautiful as I imagined.” He cups them.
I squirm. I like having my tits sucked, but I’m dying for a tongue on my pussy. Like last night...
No!
Not like last night. Maybe I need to approach this a different way. “Suck them, Alex. Please.”
I expect him to lower his head and start working on a nipple, but instead he sweeps me into his arms and carries me through the sitting room into the bedroom—complete with a perfectly made bed.
He lays me gently down and then lies next to me as he plays with my nipples. “I’d like that,” he says, “but I promised you something else.” He lets go of my breasts, pushes my miniskirt around my waist, and eases my white lace panties over my thighs.
He spreads my legs and inhales. “I can smell how ready you are, angel. Like a juicy red tomato ripe enough to fall off the vine. Does your mama grow tomatoes in her garden, Ariel?”
I close my eyes. “Yeah. Flowers and vegetables. Her tomatoes are so— Oh!”
He slides his tongue over my clit.
“Her tomatoes are what?” he asks against my folds.
“Delicious. Plump, firm, and delicious.”
“I bet they are.” He pushes his tongue into my pussy.
I grasp the covers on my bed, raising my hips, trying to lead him back to my clit but also loving his tongue probing me.
“You’re plump, firm, and delicious, Ariel.” He slithers his tongue back and forth over my opening. “Emphasis on the delicious.”
Then he shoves a finger into me and gives my clit a firm tug with his lips.
“Oh my God!” The climax hits me like a thunderbolt.
It ricochets through me, hitting every nerve ending and landing back between my legs.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls against my thigh. “You’re so beautiful. Especially when you come.”
I undulate against him, meeting the rhythm of his finger inside me as I clench around it. If only an orgasm could last forever...
When my pussy slows down, Alex removes his finger, and I open my eyes.
“How did you do that?” I demand.
“Do what?”
“Make me come so fast?”
“Just naturally talented, I guess.” He grins between my legs, his sculpted jawline glistening from my juices.
“I’m serious, Alex. That was amazing.”
“I’m glad. There’s no big secret to making a woman come. You just have to know what she wants. I had that advantage. You told me exactly what you wanted.”