Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Oh hell, I didn’t need a soft place to land. I only needed a solid surface, preferably one that didn’t feature protruding nails. Eh, I could work around nails. I just needed Gage naked.
“Rory, Christ, hell, fuck,” he moaned as we collided with the door that led down the stairs, lucky that it didn’t open easily and send us crashing to the floor below.
“Is there…somewhere we can…”
“Fuck,” he moaned when I writhed against the hard bulge filling his dress pants.
“Yes, that.”
He let out a sound that was part laugh and part tortured groan. “Not here. I refuse to take you anywhere other than a bed.”
“I don’t need a bed. Remember the pool table? We managed to have fantastic sex on a pool table. We can manage it again on the floor in a bank vault.”
He pulled back slightly in order to meet my eyes. “No, Rory. You deserve a bed. And I’m taking you to mine. Because I don’t want a quick fuck on the floor. I want access to your body for many, many hours in a row.”
I groaned too, shivers moving down my limbs. God, I was on the verge of orgasm just from rubbing up against him. But…many, many hours? In a bed? That sounded heavenly. I slid down his body. “Okay. Take me to your place, my not-brother.”
He laughed and then flung the door open behind him and we both flew down the stairs, laughing and slightly breathless. I hardly remembered the drive to his condo, other than that at every traffic light, he leaned across and kissed me until I was squirming.
He parked almost diagonally in a parking spot at his building and then tugged my arm as we ran to his condo, stumbling inside, mouths fused together.
“Bed, get me to your bed,” I said as I came up for air.
“I don’t know if I can make it there. I want you so bad,” he groaned. I felt him reach down and undo his zipper as we teetered one way, then another and I sucked at his tongue, my hands raking through his hair.
“I want you too. So much. God, I want you in me, over me, under me. There’s not a place on my body I don’t want to feel you.” I was tingly everywhere, my blood rushing in my veins, a drumbeat of need between my legs making me feel achy and desperate to be filled.
“Jesus, baby, you’re going to make me explode against the wall in my foyer.”
He’d managed to get his zipper open and now I reached down between us and lifted his heavy cock from the opening in his pants, stroking it as he stumbled backward, hitting a wall and then tilting my head so he could kiss me more deeply. He grunted animalistically as he pumped into my hand. “Need you,” he said and the two stilted words made my entire body flush with heat because smooth-talking Gage Buchanan could barely form syllables and I’d done that to him.
“If you get me to your bed, I’ll put you in my mouth,” I said.
He practically shot off the wall, losing his grip on me temporarily so I slid down his body, but then he caught me, hoisting me up as I laughed and connected back to his mouth.
He wove and dodged and moments later, I let out a shriek that turned into another laugh as we fell back, me landing on top of him on his low bed. I slid down his body, and then removed my shirt and bra before going on my knees on the floor. He’d started to rise to a sitting position, but when I took his erection in my hand, he fell back again, groaning and gripping his hair.
I took a moment to study him, moving my thumb over the bead of precum on his tip. “Jesus, Rory. Killing me,” he moaned.
“Shh,” I said. The last time we’d been together, I hadn’t had much of a view of him and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity even though I was desperate too. “You’re perfect,” I said right before I leaned up and took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue across his salty slit. And this perfect, he didn’t need to try for.
He just was.
Just him.
He swore again, and the muttered sound of need made my nipples pebble, eager for his touch. I sucked him into my mouth, as I gripped the hard muscles of his legs. So strong, and yet his thighs trembled beneath my palms. God, that was sexy. I leaned up further, controlling him with my mouth as I pressed down with my hands.
“Enough,” he grated, using his hand to pull himself from between my lips with a wet sound before sitting up and flipping me onto my back on the bed. My laughter was smothered by his mouth as he used his tongue to dip and tease. I wrapped my legs around his hips, our cores meeting as we both made sounds of frustration.