Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I think he likes it just as much as I do. His hands lock around my ankles, dragging me closer to the edge of the counter. He lifts me higher, closer to his mouth, to that wicked tongue.
I sob his name as he licks me again, running circles around my clit.
"Mm," he moans. "Tastes just like heaven, Red."
I whimper, clinging to the edges of the counter as his jade eyes roll in ecstasy, making my core clench. He's so wicked! And he knows it. I see it in his eyes. He wants to shock me, wants to rattle me. Wants me shaken and out of my mind, too high on him to think about anything else.
His plan is working.
I forget the whole world exists when he growls like a greedy beast and buries his face in my center, attacking me with his lips and tongue. He holds my legs wide apart, giving himself room to work. His tongue lashes me, quick strikes that leave me gasping. His lips seam around my clit, sucking in a way that has me babbling nonsense.
I lose track of everything when that wicked tongue forces its way into my hole, thrusting, licking…fucking me. His nose grinds against my clit, his hungry growls vibrating through me.
It's too much sensation. Too much bliss. Too much everything.
I shatter without warning, crying out his name as my body submits to the pleasure and to him. Waves of ecstasy rage through me, leaving me choking on his name and rocking shamelessly against his face.
He doesn't stop. He keeps eating me, throwing me from one orgasm right into another. It's even bigger than the first. I shout, trying to crawl up the dang cabinet away from the pleasure, but he won't let me. He grabs me, holding me in place as he wrecks and ruins me, licking up every drop he makes me spill.
By the time I come down from the immense high, he's peeling me off the counter, his face wet with my juices, triumph in his eyes. His lips come down on mine in a sweet kiss as he lifts me into his arms.
"Damn, Red," he breathes against my lips. "I could watch you do that all goddamn day."
"Emmett," I whimper.
He chuckles, gently brushing damp strands of hair away from my face as he turns and strides from the kitchen with me in his arms. We don't speak as he carries me down the hall to my room, depositing me in the center of the bed.
I watch in complete silence as he strips. And good lord. Emmett fully clothed is incredible. But Emmett naked? That's…there are no words for that. The tattoos running up and down his arms aren't his only ones. Ink litters his body in a stunning display. Every inch of him is hard and unyielding, his body carved from steel. Golden skin stretches over thick, corded muscle, each one standing in testament to the work he does every day. He didn't build that body in a gym. He did it saving lives, hauling people like me out of burning buildings. That's so much sexier to me.
I chafe my legs together as he shoves his boxers down and his cock bounces against his stomach. My mouth waters, a whimper climbing up my throat. Like the rest of him, his dick is beautiful. It's also freaking massive. I can already feel the ache he's going to leave behind, and I want it. More than my next breath.
"I see you staring at me, Red," he says, smirking as he strides toward me, his cock in his hand. "You like what you see, baby?"
"Yes," I say, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I want him to see the truth there. "You're beautiful, Emmett. Not just outside, but inside too."
His expression softens as he crawls onto the bed with me, prowling over my body. "Glad you think so," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me. "Anyone can have a body like this. That shit doesn't matter, Nina. This does." He places his hand between my breasts, splaying his fingers wide. "I want this to be the thing you fall in love with."
My eyes widen, my breath coming in a strangled gasp.
"Yeah," he breathes, nipping my bottom lip. "That's what I'm aiming for here. I want this." He gently taps his fingers against my breastbone to indicate my heart. "I'm not giving up until it's mine."
"You're making me nervous again," I whisper.
He grins against my lips, chuckling. "Don't be. I'm just making my intentions clear so you know this isn't casual for me. This isn't just sex. I'm not here just to get laid. I have a masterplan. It ends with us growing old as fuck together." He kisses me again, all soft and sweet. "But it starts here. With me showing you how goddamn perfect you are. You ready for that, baby?"