Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
She pulled my head down and I sealed my mouth to hers. Her fingers snaked into my hair as my tongue eased between her lips. As the kiss deepened, I grew frustrated with the sheet twisted between us, not to mention the barrier wall. Scrambling to my knees, I whipped the sheet back and threw every one of those pillows to the floor.
“No more wall?” she asked breathlessly.
“Fuck the wall.” Eagerly, I ranged my body over hers again, but she stopped me with a hand to the chest.
“Take your shirt off.”
I grabbed it at the back of my neck and yanked it off. Immediately, she got to her knees and put her hands on me, skimming her palms all over my stomach, chest, shoulders.
“I saw you,” she breathed. “Earlier tonight, when you were changing your shirt. I saw you.”
Her touch sent gooseflesh rippling down my arms. “I saw you too. Days ago. Completely naked and dripping wet. And I’ve been losing my mind ever since.” I grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it over her head, then wrapped her in my arms, our mouths colliding, our upper bodies pressing close. The skin-to-skin contact sent a jolt of arousal straight to my cock.
Our kiss was desperate and rough. Her palms on my back. My fists in her hair. My cock like a rocket ready to launch, trapped between us. I slid my hands down over her ass, inside her underwear, pulling her tight against me.
I’d never wanted so many things at once. I wanted gravity, heat, friction. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. I wanted to feel her legs wrapped around me while I moved inside her. I wanted to make her come, hear the sounds she made as her body tightened around me, feel the pulse of her orgasm on my cock. I wanted to own her—the real her, the private her, the woman no one else knew.
But I had to make sure it was what she wanted too.
I tipped her onto her back and knelt between her thighs, bracing my hands above her shoulders. “Before we cross any more lines, I think we should talk.”
Her hands skated up my chest. “You want to talk? Now?”
“Yes.” But she was teasing my nipples with her fingertips, which made it difficult to use my words, so I sat back on my heels, out of her reach. “I need to know you’re okay with this.”
“You can’t tell?” Sitting up, she took me by the wrist, bringing my hand between her legs. “Touch me.”
Holding my breath, I caressed her through the silky material of her underwear, my cock surging as my fingertips found her swollen clit through the thin fabric.
“Inside.”
My heart pumped hard as I inched my fingers beneath the silk and found her warm, soft, and wet. I slid one finger inside her, and she moaned. Or maybe that was me.
“Now do you believe me?” she asked.
“Yes. Lie back.”
She did as I asked, and I slipped a second finger inside her, using my thumb against her clit. With my other hand, I reached for one nipple, teasing it with my fingertips, my cock aching as I remembered the pert feel of it against my tongue.
She lifted her hips, rocking them against my hand, her hands clawing the sheet next to her hips. “I want this, Xander. I want you. Tell me what you need to hear, I’ll say it. I’ll do anything you want me to.”
“That’s not how this is going to work, baby.” I took my hands off her only so I could shimmy the damp silk panties down her legs and toss them aside.
“No?”
“No. I’m bossy, but I’m not your boss,” I told her, pushing her knees apart and sliding down in the bed so my head was between her thighs. “I’m not the record label.” I pressed a kiss to the soft warm skin at my left cheek. “I’m not your manager or your agent or your publicist.” I rubbed my beard against the opposite thigh. “You don’t have to worry about performing for me. I don’t want an act. I don’t want to fuck Pixie Hart.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at me. “What do you want?”
“I want the real you,” I said, slowly stroking up the center of her pussy with my tongue. I did it again, lingering at the top, swirling over her clit, making a little X just to feel like I was leaving my mark. I nuzzled the swollen little sweet spot with my nose. “I want Kelly Jo Sullivan. I want to know how she tastes, I want to know how she sounds, I want to know what makes her come.”
“This is—this is a very . . . promising start.” She gasped and cried out as I teased and licked and savored. After an entire day of fasting, I let myself feast.