Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
“I don’t know how to handle this,” I told him. “It’s too fast. I’m cautious and slow.”
“I’m aware of that too.” He moved in and kissed my cheek, sliding down to my throat, and I was fast unable to think any more.
His hand slid to my stomach, pressing, holding me there.
His leg moved up, grinding into me.
I stifled a moan because it all felt so good.
His mouth tracked back up, tasting me until he got to my mouth. Then he lifted, just the slightest bit. I could breathe his air as he said, “How about right now, this morning, you’re not cautious and slow?” He kissed me softly as his hand slid down, into my underwear, and he ran a finger between my folds. “How’s that feel?”
I couldn’t answer because as he circled me, his thumb rubbing over my clit, he slid inside. All the way inside, and he went deep.
I let out a groan, my eyes closed. I wrapped my hand around his wrist as he moved his finger in and out of me. I didn’t stop him. Oh no. I began guiding him, controlling the rhythm, the speed, and when I wanted him deep, I pushed him deep.
He let me, following my every movement, but I realized he didn’t need the guidance.
Opening my eyes, I found him right where he’d been before, his eyes locked on mine. He grinned down at me.
I cursed, and his mouth dipped and covered mine.
Only one other time I’d been kissed like this.
It was like he knew me from inside out, my mouth, my body. He knew exactly how to command my pleasure, and I was helpless except to receive it. He moved two fingers into me, stroking deep and hard, then gentle, rolling into me.
“Jesus,” he breathed as I felt his body shudder. Then his mouth was gone from me.
“Wha—”
He shoved the sheets away and yanked off my shorts and underwear. His mouth replaced his thumb.
Oh.
My.
Goooooddd.
I was coming apart, my entire body bending up into that touch.
He ate me, and his tongue swept around me. His fingers pulled out, and his tongue thrust in.
So fast. Way too fast.
I wasn’t used to this, but I couldn’t do anything. The pleasure was almost attacking me, coming at me all at once, and I held on to his head, keeping him firmly between my legs, where he ate, with pleasure.
Then with a roar, he moved back up, his mouth finding mine, and he thrust three fingers deep, deep into me. I nearly folded up at how hard he shoved, but he just kept going, thrusting, thrusting.
I couldn’t hold on—a scream began to build that he swallowed, and his thumb moved on my clit.
I came impossibly hard. The tremors ripped through me, tearing me apart.
Shane groaned and moved my body, turning me to the side and putting his hand on my ass.
“Wha—”
“Not going to do anything there, not yet,” he murmured against my mouth. His hand smoothed over my ass, taking a firm hold as he pushed his fingers into me again, one last roll and he held me as my body shook.
He was still firm behind me, and I shifted back, rolling my hips against him. “You—”
He cut me off, his mouth finding mine. The long kiss was almost sweet at the end. He lifted his head. “I need sleep more than anything else right now. You’ll stay with me?”
I didn’t think I could move at that moment. My bones had melted. I nodded.
He closed his eyes, touched his forehead to my shoulder, and settled in, holding me.
I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep, but after a while, hearing his long, deep intakes of breath relaxed me, and…
Knock! Knock!
Shane cursed, but he was up and out of the bed before the knock sounded again. He opened the door, and I heard a muffled conversation before he shut it again. I sat up when he didn’t come back to bed.
The clock said it was almost one in the afternoon, and a roar of engines sounded from outside.
I jumped from the bed, going to the window, and I could see a long line of Harleys coming down the driveway, circling and parking in front of the house.
A toilet flushed. I heard water running, and then the door opened again.
“That’s part of my charter coming,” Shane said, looking toward the window.
I let go of the window shade, turning to him. “I thought you already had part of your charter here.”
“Only some.” He bent down, picking up his clothes. Rifling through them, he separated some items and picked up a bag I hadn’t seen yesterday. He pulled out some new clothes and dressed, a white shirt under his cut. The same jeans as yesterday. He’d left his boots at the door.
“What’s happening today?”
When he looked over, I was taken aback by how much more guarded he seemed today than yesterday. His jaw clenched.