Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
The devil and the angel perched on her shoulders.
The devil won. And she threw herself at him again.
He was so beautiful—even more beautiful than before. His muscles were hard, his skin taut. Even as she tore off her suit jacket, she put her mouth to his. Because, oh God, his taste. She’d never forgotten the erotic taste of him. Sweet like fruit, rich like coffee.
Someone moaned, and she realized it was herself. She needed him so bad.
Then their clothes were flying, and he hoisted her up. Or maybe she climbed him. And, oh God, the feel of his skin against hers. The curly hair of his legs against her calves set off tingles throughout her body. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose today, all the better to feel him everywhere.
With her legs wrapped around him, he carried her to the desk and set her down, her bottom on the smooth wood. She sent the papers and pens flying out of the way. He tugged on her panties, and she yanked at her bra clasp, needing it off, needing his skin against hers, his lips on her, his mouth everywhere.
When all she wore were her high heels, she tore at his boxer briefs, and with a whisper of awe, she reached out. “You’re so beautiful.”
The moment before his lips captured hers, he murmured, “And you dazzle me. More now than ever before.”
Everything was more than before. His lips on hers were like a fever, burning her up from the inside. His fingers branded her with his heat. He spread her legs, and there were no preliminaries except donning the condom. She didn’t need anything else.
She pulled her mouth from his, needing to breathe, needing to whisper, “Please.”
She needed this, she needed him, inside her, now.
His hands on her hips, he gave her exactly what she wanted, plunging deep. She bit her lip to keep the scream inside. So good. So perfect. Thick and hard, he touched every part of her, inside and out. She clung to him, breasts against his hard muscles, the soft hair of his chest a gentle stroke against her skin—his mouth, his lips, his tongue taking her the way his body did.
He’d brought her to climax so many times, and yet, it had never been like this. His harsh breath caressed her ear. His erotic male scent filled her head. Then he took her hard and fast, the way her body craved.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her this way. Touched her deep inside, touched her soul, touched her heart in a way no one but Ransom ever had. Pleasure coiled inside her, and ecstasy wrapped around her as tightly as his arms. She hovered on the edge, desperately wanting to fall over and yet needing this to go on forever.
A chant rose up from her, “Oh God oh God oh God. Please, please, please.”
The coil inside her sprang loose. She clung to him, riding it through, her body pulsing, her mouth on his so she couldn’t cry out. As he throbbed deep inside her, she drank in his groan of ecstasy. Her ecstasy. Then she gave in to it completely, gave in to him. Gave him everything.
She’d never known this level of bliss. Not even back then, with him.
Chapter Eighteen
He shattered deep inside her, his release an explosion of need and yet a whisper of love. Of coming home.
They were one, his body, her body, his heart, and—God, if only—her heart.
Her skin was like velvet against his, her taste like the finest wine. While they’d always been perfect together, in sync, knowing exactly what the other needed, this was simply more. Though simple was a mild word for what he felt with her.
Simple, like the ocean pounding on the shore. Simple, like the softness of a kiss against his skin, like the sweetness of cherries on his lips, like the perfume of wisteria on a spring morning. He indulged his senses in her, holding her for long minutes after the wave of passion had subsided.
“Shower,” he murmured. He wasn’t thinking about washing off their lovemaking. He was thinking about the hot water, her skin, her taste, and more, always more.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
“We should—”
With a kiss, he cut off what they should or shouldn’t do. A deep, luscious tasting. Then he picked her up, still inside her, her legs wrapped around him, and carried her to the bathroom. The room smelled sweet, like her lotion. Or maybe it was just Ava, who had never smelled anything but sweet.
He had to set her down to get rid of the condom, and he said with a grin, “You’re still wearing your high heels.”
Even with them, she had to rise up on her toes to kiss his lips.
He relished that even though she was a tall woman, he could still make her feel petite.