Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
To prove her point, she reached out and grasped his semi-hard cock in her hands. She’d ruined the mood but that wouldn’t be for long. She slid her hand up and down, rubbing her thumb over the tip until his hips jerked upward and he let out a rumbling groan. That was better.
She continued to stroke him, and he leaned over, licking her nipple, pulling it into his mouth, and flicking it with his tongue. Desire hit her and she moaned, her sex growing wet, ribbons of need winding through her, and she gripped his cock harder in her hand.
“Damn, Cass, you need to stop before I come.”
“Then hurry,” she whispered.
He grabbed the condom from the bed, ripped the packet open, and rolled it down his shaft. Shifting over her, he kissed her, a slow, languid stroking of his lips against hers that left her shaking with need. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth, he settled himself at her entrance, and raising his hips, he pushed himself in.
They groaned in unison, coming up for air because he fit so perfectly. Clenching his jaw, he worked himself deep but she needed more. She parted her legs and bent her knees so she could accept all of him.
“You feel so good around my cock,” he said, nipping at her ear.
She squeezed her inner walls, and he throbbed inside her, causing her to drop her head back against the pillow. He dipped his head and licked her bare neck, then sucked on her flesh, and her sex pulsed in answering need. Then he began to move, thrusting in and out, and her body accepting him as if they were made for each other.
His hands were braced beside her head, and he shifted his hips so each plunge hit her in just the right spot. “Yes,” she moaned, scraping her nails against his back. “More, Dash, please. I need you.” The words were torn from her along with a sound she’d never made before.
He reached between them and circled her clit until pleasure flowed through her even more. She clenched him tighter and sensual ripples began to torment her. She raised her hips and he thrust harder, taking her up and over.
She flew and cried as she came. He let go and she felt him surrender, taking her deeper into the never-ending pleasure he’d created. She couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. Without the ability to think, a little voice in the back of her head told her she floated in a very good, very safe space, and she gave up the fight.
Chapter Six
Cassidy woke from a deep sleep, a heavy arm wrapped around her waist and a familiar masculine hand cupping her bare breast. In that hazy space between unconsciousness and wakefulness, she snuggled into the warm body spooning her in an attempt to stay in this dreamlike state a little while longer. Before reality and the light of day brought her worry and fears to life.
Dash wrapped himself more thoroughly around her, which caused her to drop her head back against him and sigh. This could become her favorite way to be woken up, and on that thought, the blanket of peace evaporated, leaving her rapidly beating heart in its wake.
“No. Don’t go into panic mode.” He pressed his lips against her shoulder and kissed her. “Just relax and go with it,” he said, licking her skin and nuzzling where her jaw met her neck.
Liquid pooled between her thighs, and she couldn’t help but do as he said, relaxing into them. Without missing a beat, she reached behind her to thread her hand into his hair and pull him closer. She turned her head as much as she could to bring him in for a kiss.
Dash groaned into her mouth. “God, I want you.”
He shifted away and opened the drawer. The tear of the condom wrapper followed before he wrapped himself around her once more. “Lift your leg.”
She did as he commanded, and with some maneuvering, he slid into her from behind. She held back a whimper as he entered her, his thickness filling her until she felt like a part of him.
Without waiting, he began to move, their joining more of a slow rocking than a hard pounding. This was intense and emotional for reasons she couldn’t begin to fathom. Nor did she want to. She pushed that sense of belonging away and closed her eyes, focusing on their physical connection until the movement of his hips and the glide of his cock inside her were all she could feel.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his tone somewhere between a prayer and a curse.
She didn’t care which it was, as long as he didn’t stop.
But he pulled out, and before she could protest, he rolled her onto her back and climbed between her thighs, his alert gaze intent on hers.