Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
He ran his palms lightly against my hardened nipples.
The agonizing ache between my legs intensified, and my whole body began to pulse with anticipation. When his hands covered my heavy and tender breasts through the cotton material, I felt as if I was being pulled into a trance of pure arousal. The pads of his thumbs circled and stroked my nipples as I writhed helplessly against him. I was beyond logic or rational thinking. Instead a primitive, almost animal instinct took over.
Which was good because if I had thought about what I was doing I would most probably talk myself out of it; I didn’t know him enough ... it was too soon. The attraction I felt to this man was overwhelming, and the build up inside me was agonizing, excruciating, almost unbearable. I needed some sort of release, and he was the only one that could give it to me.
I found the courage to turn around and meet his gaze.
The dark made it easier, easier for me to watch him as boldly as I wanted to. The shadows in the room fell softly on his face, but through it all, the ocean blue of his gaze remained piercing, boring into the depths of mine.
I slanted my head and kissed him, deeply and passionately, until it felt as if my bones had begun to melt inside of my body. I clung to him just for the ability to remain on my feet. As my breathing grew harsher he fanned my clawing need with the sensual languid strokes of his tongue.
Our breathing filled the quiet room, the pattern harsh and ragged, and it turned me on even more. When I pulled away from his lips, I traced hot, needy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. I couldn’t think. I was like an animal. Feral. Shameless. Greedy. I needed to have his bare, heated skin on mine. My hands went to the first button of his shirt and began to desperately unfasten it. His hands closed around my wrists and stopped me. He couldn’t speak immediately, so I watched his lowered head and shut eyes as he tried to get himself under control enough.
I was just as flustered, my heart pounding violently in my chest.
“Willow,” he whispered. “Let’s not go any further. Anymore, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
My heart skipped several beats at his words. He was restraining himself on my account. “I don’t want you to control yourself. Do whatever you want to me.”
His eyes shot open to meet mine. They were dark with longing, and somewhat filled with lust at the explicit permission I’d just granted for him to do whatever he wanted to with me.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly, as if he didn’t believe his own ears.
I nodded. “I am.”
But he still hesitated, his hands tightening around my wrists. “You’re sure we’re not moving too fast?”
I took a step back away from him, and the moment he let me go I grabbed the ends of my shirt and pulled it over my head. In the dimness of the room, I caught the hunger in his eyes. It glittered. I could never have in a million years realized then what I’d just signed up for. Before much could register, I was caught in his arms and my feet cleared off the floor. I gasped with shock at the suddenness of his attack.
“Hold on tight,” he said, his voice deeper and raspier than I had ever heard it. With his hands firm underneath my thighs, he locked my legs around his waist. My entire body tingled. I could feel the heat of his body through our clothes. It made my open, wet pussy tingle.
He began to move, with me clinging to him and with his eyes heavy lidded with sensuous anticipation. He carried me to his desk and without taking his eyes off me, he swiped away the crazy mess on it, and deposited me on the surface.
His hands worked the clasps of my bra and the lacy material was unceremoniously tugged down my arms.
A little fear struck my heart then. I had the sensation I’d been put on a desk before. Not by him. Someone else, but I didn’t know who. It felt real, but maybe it was just a dream. A bad dream. I was crying and saying no. I swallowed hard. Some of the lust was suddenly gone, but I couldn’t really say no. It was too late to go back. I wasn’t a cock tease. His mouth closed around one of my breasts and the memory or dream of … of being raped on a desk went away.
I completely lost myself.
My head fell backwards as he sucked hard on the hard bud. I wanted to call out his name, but I’d forgotten it, and mine for that matter. It was as though my brain had disintegrated, as I gradually lost control over my own body.