Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Okay.”
My eyebrows shoot up. His answer is not what I expected.
“You’re surprised,” he says.
“A little.”
“What kind of man do you think I am, Skye?”
“That’s just it, Braden. I don’t know what kind of man you are. You refuse to talk about anything personal. You’re intelligent, obviously. You’re an excellent businessperson. You do some charity work. But that’s all I know other than what magazines report.”
“You know I love oysters.”
“For God’s sake, Braden.”
He sighs. “You know as much as anyone else does. Isn’t that enough?”
“No, it’s not, especially if I’m”—air quotes again—“your ‘girlfriend.’”
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. He grabs my breast and thumbs my nipple over two layers of fabric.
Sparks arrow between my legs.
He leans into me and kisses my neck, scraping his teeth over my skin.
I shudder.
God, I want that orgasm.
“You want to know about me?” he rasps into my ear. “Here’s all you need. Since I laid eyes on you, I haven’t been able to think about anyone else. Your mouth, your tits, your curious and controlling nature—everything about you beguiles me. Since I first fucked you, all I can think about is fucking you again. You’re all I think about”—he bites my earlobe—“and it…perplexes me. Not much perplexes me, Skye. You’re like a narcotic. I hunger for you.” He inhales. “God, I love how you smell—like apples and sex. You taste even better. You want to be the only one in my bed? You don’t even have to ask. You’re the only woman I want right now. The only one.”
A low growl vibrates from my throat as my belly flutters and my pussy pulsates.
He scrapes his teeth along the outer edge of my ear. “Now, let me give you that climax.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
He lifts my tank top over my head and throws it on the floor. Then he unhooks my bra and discards it as my breasts fall against my chest. He cups them, kneads them, and then he buries his nose between them, kissing them and thumbing my nipples.
I’m still high from his sexy monologue. I want to return the sentiment, but I’m currently incapable of speech. Every cell inside my body is humming, ready to be expertly strummed by Braden’s deft fingers and tongue.
He nibbles the tops of my breasts and then finally takes a nipple between his lips and sucks.
I inhale sharply. I’m so ripe. One touch to my clit and I know I’ll implode on the spot.
“So beautiful,” he says against my flesh.
“Braden, please…”
“Please what, baby?”
“I…I want to come.”
“You will.” He bites a nipple.
“Oh!” It’s both painful and pleasurable.
“You like that?” he says.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Good. I could suck and bite your tits all day.” He nibbles on my other nipple and then raises his head again. “On the other hand, that paradise between your legs is even more beautiful.” He slides down my body, grasping my sweats, and glides them over my hips and legs.
Now we’re both naked.
Perfect.
He spreads my legs. “God, yes. So beautiful.”
I’ve never thought of that part of me as beautiful. Certainly not ugly, either. I honestly never gave its aesthetic value any thought at all. But I see the appreciative gaze in Braden’s blue eyes. He truly does think it’s beautiful—that I’m beautiful.
“I’m going to make you come, Skye,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to make you come so many times that you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“No,” I say, “I’ll never beg you to stop.”
“You will.” He strokes his tongue over my clit.
I quiver beneath him. Already I’m close to climax. He tugs on my flesh and then closes his lips over my clit. Sensation skyrockets through me. Braden knows which buttons to push, and he’s pushing them hard.
“You taste so good, baby,” he says, lapping at me like I’m rich cream. “I’ll never get enough. But this isn’t about me.” He glides a finger into my pussy.
And I shatter into millions of pieces—fragments of peace, of joy, of euphoria.
I close my eyes and revel in the tornado lifting me onto a soft cloud of desire and passion.
Braden’s voice floats in the air—that deep timbre that slides over me and drives me wild. Words hover outside my grasp. He adds another finger, urging me on and then sucking on my clit. I climb the peak again and yet again.
Two orgasms and then three.
I’m exploding and relishing it. My clit becomes so sensitive, it almost hurts, but no, I won’t beg him to stop.
I’ll never beg him to stop.
I’m a woman who only recently experienced a climax, and I may go into double digits tonight alone.
His words form in the air and drift to my ears.
Tell me to stop, Skye. Tell me it’s too much. Too much… Too much…
A soft chuckle.
You are obstinate. Fuck. I have to be inside you.
Then he’s in me, his cock invading me with its granite heat. My pussy walls are still spasming, and the fullness completes me as he fucks me hard and quick, grinding over my clit so the climaxes continue.