Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her ear, then down to her neck. “I never would have thought of that.”
“I’m a dreamer,” she says and pulls my hand up to her lips. “And I’m a firm believer in making dreams happen. Now, at the risk of you not kissing my neck anymore, because that’s my sweet spot, you should look out the window.”
I don’t lift my lips from her skin. “I’m busy.”
She laughs, and the sound goes straight to my groin.
“Really,” she says. “You definitely don’t get to see this in L.A.”
I glance out the window, and sure enough, there’s a show I’ve never seen before. “Is that the northern lights?”
She nods. “They’re green tonight. Sometimes, they’re orange or red. Blue.”
“I see a little red on the side over there.”
“Oh, yeah.” She’s whispering now, watching the show outside. “This is why I built these here. There’s so much to see. Wildlife and northern lights are just the beginning.”
“Amazing,” I agree, but now I’m looking down at her. Have I ever been so captivated with a woman? Pulled in so tight that I don’t ever want to let go?
“I’m getting warm,” she says as she shimmies out of her leggings, then throws them over the side of the turret to the bedroom below.
“Well, by all means, take it all off.” I grin and lay back to enjoy a whole new show. Jenna sits and pulls her shirt over her head, then also tosses it aside. “No underwear?”
“Nope.” She lies back down and snuggles against me, pressing her breasts to my still covered torso. The fact that she does all of this with complete confidence and reckless abandon only makes me want her more. “That’s better.”
“Except, I’m overdressed.”
“You’re definitely overdressed,” she agrees. “You should just take it off. It’s nice. You’ll see.”
I can hear the smile in her voice as I drag my hand from her ass to her neck, then back again.
She has the softest damn skin and smells like citrus.
I hurry out of my clothes, then join her under the covers.
“See?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s good.” I pull her to me once more and kiss her gently. “You smell amazing.”
“Thanks.”
She hitches up her leg around my hip, opening herself to me beautifully.
I can’t see much of her, only shadows in the darkness, but she feels like heaven.
“If you don’t want this to happen,” I warn her, “I need you to say something now, sweetheart. Because I’m finding it very hard to hold myself back.”
She grins against my mouth. “I’m not telling you to stop, Christian. But I am going to need you to breathe. You’re holding your breath.”
That’s all I need.
I smile and take that breath. I wasn’t even aware that I was holding it.
I roll her under me and feast on her lips, my hands gliding over her body. I’m cradled between her legs, my hard, pulsing cock resting against the wetness of her core, and I’m slipping back and forth.
The heat is so fucking inviting, my teeth ache with it.
Before I slip inside her, I need to taste her, so I kiss slowly down her collarbones, then spend some time licking and teasing her nipples.
They pucker beautifully as she arches her back, moaning quietly.
“So amazing,” I whisper against her skin, leaving wet kisses down her belly until I finally reach her pussy.
“Fucking hell, you’re wet.”
“Kind of turned on,” she says, lifting her hips in invitation. I cup her ass in my hands and circle her clit with the tip of my nose, then barely graze over it with my tongue. “Oh, God, don’t tease me.”
“Harder?”
“Much harder.”
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck. That’s all it takes to make her legs start to shake and her head thrash from side to side.
I press two fingers into her, and my own hips begin to rock against the bed. I can’t help it, I’m so fucking turned on right now, at the taste of her, the noises she makes.
I kiss my way back up her body, never moving my hand from her core as I continue to pet her there, softly and then more aggressively.
Her breath is ragged, and she’s covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“Need you,” I whisper against her neck. She plunges her hands into my hair and kisses my cheek.
“I’m right here.”
Chapter Six
~Jenna~
HOLY FUCKING HELL, the man is good with his hands. And his mouth.
And all the things.
If he were to stop touching me now, I might kill him.
His hair is soft in my fingers, and he smells musky and masculine. And for right now, tonight, under the stars and northern lights, he’s all mine.
How did Christian Wolfe come to be here, wrapped around me?
“You’re overthinking,” he whispers into my ear. “And if you’re thinking at all, that means I’m not doing my job.”
“Oh, you’re doing it,” I reply and tilt my pelvis up, feeling his hard cock rub against my core.