Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Damn.
I shouldn’t have said ‘have to’ leave. That made me sound desperate to stay. And guys hated when women got desp—
“What does that have to do with anything?” Sully asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, you silly goose, you,” Sully said, suddenly throwing an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer, then turning me into his chest. “You’re stuck with us now.”
Maybe I would have preferred if he said I was stuck with him but I was too busy feeling all warm and tingly being so close to him to be nitpicking.
“Unless you don’t want to be, obviously,” Sully said, arm holding me tight. “You have options. But speaking for us, we want to keep you.” There was a pause. Then, with his lips seemingly pressed to the top of my head, “I want to keep you.”
“Yeah?” I asked, hearing the neediness in my voice.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his hand starting to slide up and down my spine. While I lay there, listening to the comforting beat of his heart against my ear, feeling the warmth of him settling into me. “Bonnie,” he called, voice a soft caress. But there was a gentle command there that had me lifting my head.
The look in his bright blue eyes made my belly swoop as his hand moved up my back, over my shoulder, then up my jaw.
Heat sizzled up my spine and pooled between my legs.
His hand applied just the smallest bit of pressure, urging me upward.
If this was anyone else, I wasn’t sure I could do it. Lift up. Move closer. Give him the silent invitation he was seeking.
Then he was closing the distance, his lips landing softly on mine.
There was no stopping the soft moan that escaped me. And then Sully was moving, turning, rolling me under him.
He was a welcome weight that had me immediately spreading my legs to pull him between, had my arms going tightly around him. His lips pressed deeper, harder, grew more demanding. And I was too happy to give him anything he wanted.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips, waiting for them to fall open before slipping inside, tasting of chocolate.
I whimpered against his lips as my hips rocked up against him, feeling his hardness against me. When I shifted, moving more fully against him, my hips rocking up, trying to get relief from the ache building in my core, a low, rumbling sound moved through him.
His lips broke away, his forehead pressing to mine as he took a slow, deep breath. Looking for control.
But that’s the last thing I wanted.
Emboldened by my own desire, by his reaction to it, my hands slid down his spine, then sank into his ass, dragging him more fully against me.
“Fuck, baby,” Sully groaned as I did another rock.
Sully ground down into me, the pressure dragging a ragged moan out of me.
“That’s a good sound,” Sully said, voice ragged.
“No,” I whimpered when he suddenly pulled away from me.
“Shh,” he murmured, grabbing me, pulling me with him as he sat back against the wall again, moving me to straddle him. “I want to watch,” he said, head tipping down to press into my neck. A shiver coursed through me as another wave of need tightened in my core. “That’s it,” he said when my instincts took over, making my hips rock down onto his lap again.
Sully’s hands slid down my back, sinking into my butt and using it to help me writhe against him. His lips, tongue, and teeth grazed up my neck, the shell of my ear, down my jaw, then finally sealed over mine again.
All rational thought—and my chronic insecurities—fell away then. All that was left was him. And the need building to a fever pitch inside of me.
Sully’s lips pulled from mine, his eyes opening, watching me as I rocked harder and faster against him, too consumed by my need to overthink this moment.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice somehow soft and rough at the same time.
And just like that, the orgasm crashed through me, making me lean forward, pressing my lips to his shoulder to muffle my cries as the waves kept taking me under over and over.
Sully held me through it, his arms an anchor.
It only took about two-point-five seconds after the climax settled for the nasty little voices in my head to start talking.
“Nope, nope, nope, we’re not gonna do that,” Sully said, hands gliding up and down my back. “Shut those thoughts up,” he demanded, fingers slipping under my shirt to tease over my overheated bare skin.
A little shiver slid up my spine while the heat reignited.
His fingers traced the band of my bra, sneaking forward until his hands cupped my breasts through the material. My nipples hardened, and the press of them against his palms dragged a low groan out of Sully.