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)
He was a work of art, and I’m pretty sure I drooled.
“Were you worried I ran off again?” I teased, stepping into the tub and pulling the curtain closed behind me.
His eyes narrowed as he caged me against the tiled wall with both arms. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh no?”
“We’ve got an understanding now, you and I.” He kissed me, teasing my lips open with his tongue. He tasted like toothpaste and smelled like his body wash, woodsy and clean.
“Is that what we’re calling this? An understanding?” I sucked on his tongue and reached low, wrapping my fingers around his cock. His slippery flesh glided easily through my hand. I liked the way he immediately started to thrust into my fist, like he couldn’t help himself, like he was already impatient for the release. I gripped him a little tighter, worked my arm a little faster.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You better slow down.”
“Why?”
“I’m about to come all over you.”
“Maybe I want you to come all over me.” When he groaned, I tortured him further by arching my back and brushing the pebbled tips of my breasts back and forth against his wet chest. Sparks of lust popped under my skin. “Maybe it’s my turn to get what I want.”
“Fuck me.”
“We’ll get to that.” I rose up on tiptoe and ran my tongue along his bottom lip, then tugged it with my teeth. “We’ll get to all kinds of things today.”
“Christ.” Xander was breathing hard, his jaw was clenched tight.
“That’s it,” I murmured as his cock thickened even more in my hand. It was dark in color and bulging with veins. “You want this. Stop pretending you don’t. Give it to me.”
“You want it?” His eyes closed, his stomach muscles flexing gorgeously as he neared climax. “You want my cum all over those perfect tits?”
“Yes.”
He had the audacity to count it off, as if to let me know he was still in control.
“Three.” He wrapped his huge fist around mine, working my hand tighter and harder. “Two.” His chest heaved. He pinned me with a hot, dark stare. “One.” On the final word, he came in thick, white spurts that hit one breast like it was a bullseye. He pumped our hands a couple more times, each one bringing forth another shot that roped along my skin.
When he was spent, he put a hand on the mess he’d made and spread it around, rubbing himself into my skin, strumming my hard nipples with his fingers, then finally lowering his mouth to mine.
The kiss surprised me. It was deep but not hard, intense but not demanding. And it kept going. He wrapped one arm around my back and cradled my head with the other hand. His tongue was insistent but soft. My head began to swim, and despite the steam rising around us, my skin puckered with gooseflesh. My heart fluttered in an unfamiliar, all-consuming way.
“Hey.” I pushed against his chest. “Give me some room. You’re taking up all the space.”
“I’m a big guy.” He traded places with me. “Did I mention I’m two inches taller than Austin?”
“Once or twice,” I said drily, moving under the spray. I wet my hair, then reached for my shampoo. Xander watched me intently as I lathered it up and rinsed it off. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You’re nice to look at.”
“Oh.” My skin tingled. “Thanks.”
“Plus my cum is still on your tits, which is really fucking hot.”
I laughed. “You’re a barbarian.”
“But I was thinking that you’re much prettier in person than in photographs.”
I sighed, working conditioner through the long, wet strands. “Stop ruining the compliment, Xander.”
“I’m not. I’m sweetening it. You always look good. Perfect, in fact. I just like you better like this.”
“Because I’m naked.”
“Because you’re beautiful without any makeup on or your hair all done up.” His arms slid around my waist, and he pressed his taut lower body to mine. “But yes. You’re a fucking smoke show naked.”
Our mouths came together, and I rose up on tiptoe, sliding my palms up his chest. His arms tightened around me, lifting me right off my feet. This time his kiss was more aggressive, his tongue more commanding. I was beginning to realize Xander had all kinds of kisses, and I liked every one of them.
“Hey,” I said. “Put me down. I have to rinse my hair. And wash myself off.”
He set me down and I rinsed the conditioner from my hair. When I opened my eyes, he was standing there working up a lather of my body wash in his hands. “Let me,” he said.
“Use my soap?”
“Use it on you.” He reached for my wrist and tugged me out from under the spray, then took his time soaping up every inch of my skin—arms, legs, hands, fingers, toes. My back, my belly, my breasts.