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)
“Well, we won’t because we won’t wreck again,” I promise, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “It was a fluke, Christian. A complete accident.”
“One more day,” he repeats, kissing the top of my head and breathing me in. “You seem to be feeling better today.”
“I’m much better. No headache. And my chest bruises are fading. I haven’t even taken one pain pill today.”
“I’m so glad.” He kisses my head again, and I let my hand move down to his ass, copping a feel.
“If you’re not going to take me somewhere, we could get naked.”
He leans back to smile down at me. “Feeling that good?”
“Oh, yeah. I mean, have you felt this ass? It does things to me.”
He smirks and lifts me easily into his arms, carrying me down the hall to my bedroom, the same way he did the other day after the accident.
Except this time, he’s putting me to bed for completely different reasons.
He sets me on my feet, and I immediately tear into his shirt, trying to get it over his head.
“I need to get this thing off of you.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I’m sick of it,” I reply with a grin. “I don’t remember what you look like in anything else. It has to go.”
I let it drop to the ground and smile in satisfaction.
“Better?” he asks.
“We’re getting there. Now, these jeans.”
“They’re just jeans. They didn’t hurt anybody.”
I laugh as I push my finger under the waistband and let it travel back and forth, the back of my finger rubbing against his warm skin. His abs are tight, and goosebumps break out over his flesh.
“Do you like that?”
“I like everything you do.”
I press my lips to his chest as I flip the button free from his jeans and work them over his hips. They pool around his feet, and he steps out of them, tossing them aside in the process.
My fingertip falls in the valley of that sexy V, and I bite my lip.
“Damn, you’re hot. People magazine was right.”
“Yours is the only opinion that matters,” he says. He still hasn’t touched me since he set my feet on the floor, so I take off my own clothes. His blue eyes immediately fall to the green and purple marks on my chest, and I see sadness in his gaze.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” I remind him, trying to lighten the mood.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” He lifts his hand and gently brushes the pads of his fingers over the marks.
“Stop.” My voice is firm, and his gaze flies to mine. “Stop feeling sorry. I’m not going to tell you again, it was an accident, and I feel fine. I’m not lying. There is nothing to forgive here. So please stop it and make love to me because a girl has needs when a sexy guy like you is standing in front of her.”
“A sexy guy like me?” He swallows, and his face loosens into a smile. “I’m not sure I like that statement.”
“No?”
He shakes his head, his lips twitching, and my funny, flirty man is back. He advances on me, and I back up so he can’t touch me, moving toward the bed. The backs of my legs hit the mattress, and I sit, then crawl back. Christian follows me, crawling over me but not touching me.
It’s fucking sexy.
“What should I have said?” My breath is coming faster. My heart has sped up.
Jesus, I want him.
“You.” He leans down and licks my nipple. That’s the only point of contact, just his tongue on my nipple, and my whole body is on fire.
On. Fucking. Fire.
“I did say you.”
“You said like you, and that doesn’t do it for me.” He licks the other nipple, and I want his hands on me everywhere, but the stubborn man refuses to touch me. “It’s just me.”
“Just you,” I agree, my legs scissoring. “Now, touch me.”
He kisses along my collarbone to my neck, to my sweet spot, and hangs out there, licking and nibbling.
“Christian, you’re making me crazy.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits.
“You won’t hurt me. Ever.” I cup his face in my hands. “I’m not fragile, damn it. I want your fingerprints on me, and I don’t want you to be gentle.”
His eyes narrow.
“Are you sure?”
Rather than answer, I kiss him and hitch my leg over his hip, practically climbing him. I’m not lying when I say that I feel great.
I need this with him. He’s been gentle and sweet for three days, and now I need him to ravage my damn body.
He flips me over and pins my hips to the bed, my legs together, straddling me. He covers me, still kissing my neck as he pushes his hard cock between my ass cheeks.
“Now that’s sexy,” I breathe.
“No, you’re the hot one. Your back is lean and firm. Your ass is perfect with two dimples in your low back.” He spreads my cheeks open with his thumbs, and before I know it, he’s easing himself inside me. “And since you asked for it, I’m going to leave a mark on you, right here.”