Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"Brantley," I gasp, my back arching as he breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my chest. His hands slip under my shirt, dragging it up my body. Within seconds, he's pulling it off over my head, leaving me writhing half-naked on top of him.
"Jesus, little bird." His wild gaze roves over me, the heat banked there setting me ablaze all over again. "You're so fucking pretty." His hands slide up my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "I may never stop touching you just to watch the way you shiver and moan in response."
"Yes, do that."
He grins, unhooking my bra before peeling it down my arms. I help him fling it away, completely lost in him and the look in his eyes as he devours me with a single glance.
"Fucking hell, little bird." He swallows hard, his eyes flickering from my chest to my face and then back again. "I need my mouth all over those."
"I'm not stopping you, Brantley." I run my fingers through his hair, tugging gently. "As a matter of fact, I can think of a few places I want my mouth too…"
"Oh, yeah?" He grins, his eyes dark with desire. "Like where?"
"Take your shirt off."
He leans against the back of the couch, jerking it off without another word. My gaze falls to his chest, my mouth going dry. Good grief. I knew he was gorgeous, but I was not remotely prepared for just how beautiful he is. The tattoos licking up his collarbones twist all the way down his sides in stark lines. Others litter his chest in bold colors and elegant lines. They're stunning against his golden skin and the thick, corded muscle beneath.
"You're beautiful," I whisper, tracing a fingertip along an angel's outstretched wing across his chest.
He shudders beneath me, his stomach muscles contracting.
I lean forward slowly, carefully, trying not to move too fast. I don't want this to feel uncomfortable for him, especially since letting people touch him is new. The fact that he's letting me do it makes me feel…special as hell.
"Jesus Christ," he groans, his voice strangled when I trace the lines of the tattoo down one collarbone. He wheezes out a curse, his hands locking around my hips when I trail my lips onto his chest, kissing and tasting him there too. His skin is so damn smooth, but there's nothing soft about him. He's steel encased in silk. "Fucking hell, Isla. You're killing me."
"That's the plan."
He growls, a sound that's all yes.
I rake my teeth across his flat nipple.
"Eek!" I squeak when I'm suddenly on my back beneath him, his body wedged between my legs.
"You're a dangerous, dangerous woman," he growls, his eyes on fire as he claims my mouth in a punishing kiss. I moan into it, arching beneath him.
His hands sear me as he runs them up my sides, touching me everywhere, teasing me. The second they close over my breasts I know I'm in serious trouble.
I break from his mouth with a soft cry, my head thrown back in ecstasy.
"You like that, huh?" he chuckles, kissing a hot trail down the side of my throat. His stubble scratches deliciously, making me whimper. "Jesus, I love the way you feel beneath me, little bird."
I'm loving it myself, especially with his hands and mouth on me. Maybe I should slow this down, tell him we need to pull back. We barely know each other. But I've been more real with him since I met him than I think I've ever been with anyone. And I'm pretty sure it's the same for him.
If there's a timeline for this, well, I'm pretty sure it went out the window before I told him about Marion. It definitely exited stage left before he made me come on his fingers earlier.
I don't want to slow down now. I want this. I want him.
"Brantley!" My hands fly to his hair, holding him to me when he wraps his lips around one nipple, pulling it into his mouth. The way he sucks and bites... It's like there's a cord between my nipple and clit. Every pull of his mouth tugs that cord, creating a delicious, corresponding tug on my clit.
His hands slip between us as he moves from one breast to the other, tugging at my pants. "I want these off, little bird. I want you naked."
"Yes," I gasp, willing to give him anything. I'm not shy about my body. I've been curvy since I was a teenager. Right about the time I got boobs, I got hips and a butt and a belly, too.
He tugs them gently down my legs, taking my panties with them. His gaze rakes over my naked body, the unrelenting desire in his eyes leaving me trembling and aching.
"Goddamn, you're gorgeous, little bird," he rasps, shaking his head like he's trying to make sense of how someone like him could end up here with someone like me. "So damn soft and sweet. You're going to have me coming all over myself again."