Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
My breath picks up as I look down at him kneeling between my wide-open legs, totally exposed to him, wishing I could see his body in the light like he can see mine. “Just relax, babe,” he says as his eyes slowly devour me.
I arch my back and reach out, grabbing his spiked hair when he lowers his head between my legs and licks my pussy.
“Yes …” I trail off, bucking my hips while he fucks my cunt with his tongue.
My eyes are closed, my head tilted back, and I swear I’m drunk all over again. His arms are wrapped around my hips, holding them down while I try to buck my hips with each thrust of his tongue. He plays with my clit at the same time, and I’m unable to keep still.
My body breaks out in a cold sweat, and I’m gasping to breathe. My back arches painfully off the leather couch, and I bite into my tongue to keep from yelling while I come.
I’m lying here spent, shaking like a leaf on a tree when he stands to his full height. I reach out aimlessly, grabbing his shirt and yanking him toward me. His right hand goes to the back of the couch to catch himself so he doesn’t fall on top of me.
My hand snakes around his neck, and I pull his face down to mine. Sticking my tongue out, I lick along his cum-stained lips.
He lets out a growl from deep in his chest, rumbling against mine. My hands go to the hem of his shirt, and I start yanking it up. I want him inside me. I know I just got off, but I’m going to be greedy. He was the one who came here wanting me. Why can’t I use him?
He pulls away and leans his head down, allowing me to yank his shirt up and over his head.
I pause, my hand on his left pec as my eyes travel over his ink. This is the first time I’ve seen him shirtless in the light.
He’s got a skull wearing a tilted crown on his right pec with crossbones underneath it, and the silver cross dangling from around his neck catches my attention. I’ve never noticed it before. He must keep it tucked inside his shirt.
When I reach out and grab it, his hand immediately wraps around my throat. He stretches his arm out, holding my head down to the couch.
I look up at him, and his emerald eyes are glowing. There’s a story there—with the cross. One that he doesn’t want to share.
I hold my hands out to my side and adjust my back on the couch, silently letting him know that we don’t have to get personal if he doesn’t want to. It’s just a hookup. Another one.
Letting go of my neck, I go to speak, but he yanks me up by my wrists. He plops down onto the couch and jerks me down onto his lap where I straddle him. My hands go to his belt while his find my hair. Then he’s pulling me in for a deep kiss.
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I STAND AND button my jeans while he zips his. “This can’t happen again,” I say.
He smirks, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Once again, I didn’t get to explore his body. He held me tightly to his body the whole time. I’m pretty sure he did that on purpose. I think the fact that I touched the cross around his neck put him on alert. “That’s cute.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m serious, Cross.” No, I’m not.
He walks over to me. “Why is that? We’re both adults having fun, right?”
“Yeah, but …”
“Then why would you turn down sex when you can have it whenever you want?” He arches a brow.
When I don’t argue, he knows he’s won. I’m pretty sure he already knew it, but I was trying to play hard to get.
The corner of his lips turn up into a sexy smirk, and I push past him. Turning the knob, I open the door and go to storm out but come to a stop when I see my brother standing on the other side. His hand is out as if he was about to open the door and enter. Thank God Cross and I are done and dressed because the door wasn’t locked.
“What the …?” He trails off as his eyes run over my knotted hair and flushed cheeks.
I quickly look down to make sure my shirt is covering my breasts and right side out. All good. “Can I help you?” I ask, pushing my right hip out while hanging on to the door for balance. My legs are still shaking.
Cross comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind like he’s pissing on his territory. He has no clue who this is. As far as he knows, this is just another Mitch. I have to refrain from smiling. Is he jealous?