Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
His thumbs brush gently across my cheeks, a contrast to the tension coiling between us, as his eyes search mine. For a moment, time stops.
With a loud grunt, he moves, standing effortlessly with me still in his arms.
Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist as he takes long strides across the room, his focus completely on me.
“Where are we going?” I manage to ask, heart pounding in my chest—and my vagina.
“Somewhere with a fucking headboard.”
Oh jeez.
A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in his voice, anticipation coiling in my stomach as he carries me down a long hallway of closed doors.
The last door is ajar and he nudges it with his shoulder and crosses the threshold, his hold on me steady as he turns to push the door shut with his foot.
The soft click of it closing behind us sends a thrill racing through me, my pulse pounding in my ears.
My brain barely has time to register the massive bed before he dumps me on it: white linens. Sleek nightstands.
Gold reading lamps.
The bed beneath me is impossibly soft, the kind of plush luxury you sink into, and if I wasn’t in the middle of seducing him I’d pay more attention. I’m too focused on him to notice the finer details of his bedroom…
For a moment he goes still as he watches me, his blue eyes burning with intensity—intense and predatory—as if he’s committing this moment to memory.
“You look so good here,” he murmurs huskily as he leans over me, hands framing my hips. His breath fans across my cheek, warm and teasing. “Right where you belong.”
“I—”
Whatever I was going to say is lost when his lips find mine again, the kiss deeper and more insistent this time. He moves closer, his weight sinking onto the mattress, one knee pressing into the bed beside me as his hands explore.
Every touch, every movement, is deliberate, as if he’s savoring the experience as much as I am. His hand skims up my thigh, sliding higher and higher until it brushes against the lace edge of my underwear.
He tugs.
“Not so fast.” I shake my head, tsking. “You can’t take these off until you remove something. Fair is fair.”
I don’t have to ask him twice.
“Fair is fair,” he repeats, eagerly grabbing the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head in one fluid motion, revealing a body that is all hard muscle and tanned skin.
My mouth goes dry.
Bone.
Dry.
“Better?” he asks, his tone laced with amusement as he tosses the shirt aside. He crosses his arms, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he watches me watch him.
Show-off.
“It’s a start,” I manage to say, though my voice betrays just how flustered I am. My attempt at nonchalance falters entirely when my gaze drops to his abs. “Keep going.”
“Bossy,” he murmurs, taking a step closer, his hands already working the button of his jeans. I watch transfixed as he pops it open, the zipper whirring down agonizingly slow, the denim hanging low on his lean hips.
Gio smirks when he catches the way my eyes follow every movement, as if I weren’t going to enjoy the show.
“Now can I take off your panties?” he says, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he steps forward until he’s standing right between my knees.
My head nods up and down. “Only if you do it with your teeth.”
That’s all the invitation he needs.
Gio's smirk deepens, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he sinks to his knees before me.
The sight of him there, between my thighs, sends a jolt of heat through my body, my breath catching in my throat.
“Yes, ma’am.” His hands trail leisurely up and over my thighs, thumbs skimming the sensitive skin as he leans in, his face just inches away from my—
I hold my breath.
Balancing myself on my elbows so I have a front row seat, my eyes gloss over as they fixate on his mouth; he leaves an open mouth kiss as close to my pussy as he can get without pressing his lips on it.
The tip of his finger teases, hooking on the elastic of my thong…back and forth beneath it.
Gio inhales.
My body is strung tight, every nerve ending alive and begging for his touch. He smirks, clearly relishing my reaction, and leans down once more.
This time, there’s no teasing.
His beautiful, white teeth graze the waistband of my thong.
A strangled gasp escapes me as he tugs it down with an infuriating mix of skill and sensuality, taking his time, his breath searing my skin. The lace slides away, leaving me bare and vulnerable, and I’m helpless to do anything but watch as he tosses it aside.
He glances up, his gaze locking with mine, and the hunger in his eyes is enough to make my heart stutter.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “I cannot wait to bury my face in this hot little pussy.”