Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Sonia danced to the music, her body undulating like a temptress’s. Hands above her head, eyes closed, she moved across the verandah, her hips and breasts swaying with every beat. She wore red lace, and beneath it, nothing else. He could see the marks of his possession on her soft skin and it made something primitive and savage in him rejoice.
His breath hitched in his lungs when she turned around and he was looking at her smooth back and her butt. He was partial to her bottom, and the marks there proclaimed he’d spent time worshiping her. Just watching her made his mouth water and his cock throb with heat. She was the most naturally sensual creature he’d ever encountered. Everything about her appealed to him. Her hair was down and wild. It fell in waves around down her back, thick and glossy in the moonlight, making her appear an exotic dancer enticing her lover.
He was more than willing to oblige. Stark naked, pack in hand, he walked along the dipping branch leading straight to her porch, his gaze fixed on her. Predator hunting prey. Focused. Determined. Certain of his destiny. He knew with everything in him, his destiny was to love her. To keep her safe. To make sure that every day of her life with him was happy.
Sonia’s head turned and she froze, her eyes on him. Her gaze drifted over his body, taking in the hard cock pressed tight to his stomach, his heavy balls, and then jumped back up to his face.
He stepped onto the gallery right in front of her. Close. She smelled like heaven. He tossed the pack onto one of the chairs and stepped into her again when she retreated. One finger drifted down her face to her lips, absorbing the softness of her skin. He had to touch her. The need was so strong it shook him.
Touching her wasn’t enough. He recognized that immediately. He hooked one hand around the nape of her neck and took her mouth. That mouth he was obsessed with. The one he thought about when he should be working, should be thinking about staying alive and keeping his men alive.
She tasted every bit as good as he remembered. More so. Her mouth was paradise. Sweet. Hot. She gave herself fully to him, no hesitation, her tongue sliding along his, following his when he retreated, so that when she was in his mouth, his body shuddered with such need, such pleasure, he couldn’t remember any woman who had come before her.
He kissed her over and over, a man starving, a man falling, but he ignored that and just let himself feel. Let himself drown. Little sparks jumped from her skin to his, flames licking over his cock like a scorching-hot tongue. His groin burned, an inferno threatening to consume him. Even his thighs were on fire. He lifted his mouth from hers and it took effort. Concentration. Discipline.
“You didn’t text me.”
Her eyelashes fluttered, betraying her nerves. “I know.”
“I waited as long as I could.” He took her hand and brought it to his cock. “Just thinking about you makes me hard as a fucking rock, Sonia.” He pressed her palm to him. Tight. He needed that. Needed her not to pull away – and she didn’t. “Sometimes I think I’m going to go insane with wanting you.”
She touched her tongue to her lip, sliding it along that small mark. His cock jerked under her hand. She curled her fingers around the hard length, her thumb sliding over the drops leaking there, smearing them all over the sensitive head.
Fire streaked through him. He hadn’t realized just how far gone he was. He hadn’t intended to have sex with her, not without talking first. She used sex to keep him at bay. She might not know that was what she was doing, but he couldn’t resist her. He couldn’t now. Not with his body raging at him, making demands he couldn’t control or ignore. He’d never been like that. He was always the one in control.
“Sometimes I think I’m going insane with wanting you too,” she whispered.
He groaned. She looked sexy in her red lace. Her lips were full. Red to go with the lace stretching over her full breasts and hips. He loved what she was wearing. Her nipples were hard little knots begging for attention, and each time she moved, the lace strained to keep them in.
His cock jerked and his balls felt so tight and full he was afraid they’d burst. He put his hand on her shoulder and applied pressure. She didn’t hesitate. She went to her knees, and the sight of her like that in all that lace nearly undid him.
“Look at me.” He fisted her hair and pulled her head back so she was forced to look up. “I want to watch you. I want you watching me.”