Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Stiffening, he released her and took a step back. Turning around, T.A. took one look at his face and breached the space separating them.
“It’s cold as fuck in here. Let’s go take a hot shower.”
Grabbing his hand, she tugged him toward the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door.
“Once we get the shower going, it’ll be the warmest room in the apartment.” Matter-of-factly, she took off her thong, throwing it in the hamper before starting the shower. Placing her hand inside, she gave him a carefree smile.
“It doesn’t take long for the water to get hot. Get in before we freeze.”
Dalton walked inside and let the warm water rush over his face, clearing the cobwebs from his mind.
“Move over. I’m freezing my ass off.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her in front of the spray. T.A. fit against him like a glove, as if they we were matching halves of a whole.
She took a bottle of body wash off the shower shelf, squirting a handful onto her palm. Placing the bottle back, she started stroking his body. Her touch lingered on his nipples before trailing downward to the thatch of hair at his groin.
Unashamedly, she wrapped a slick hand around his still hard cock.
“I really don’t give a fuck if you’re thinking about Oceane or any other woman. I’m the one here with you.”
“T.A—,” he began.
She unapologetically cut him off from confessing his thoughts. “Hollywood…” she mocked, “listen to me. I Don’t Give A Fuck. I do not care. The only thing I care about right now is how good you feel in my hand.” Twisting her hand on his cock, she fondled his dick before she closed it in a tight fist and began sliding downward and then upward in quick movements that sent any thought of guilt about Oceane spiraling out of his conscience.
“I don’t care how many women you’ve screwed, or any you’re going to after me. You know why?” she asked as her hand moved even faster.
T.A. wasn’t trying to rebuild his passion; she was going for an all-out assault on his senses. Involuntarily, his hips rocked back and forth as he fucked her hand.
“Why?” A low groan rippled upward from his chest.
“Because when I’m finished with you, you won’t be comparing me to them. You’ll be comparing them to me. And, Hollywood, I haven’t even got started to show you the things I’m going to do to you.”
“Jesus.”
“I hope you take vitamins. You’re going to need them.”
Her hand slipped to his heavy sacs, holding their weight in her hand, then she resumed plunging her hand up and down on his shaft.
Her sexual confidence was more potent than any hard liquor he had ever drunk. She stepped to the side to turn the rushing water into a spray as she adjusted the water temperature so it wouldn’t be so hot on his sensitive flesh. The spray removed the soapy remnants on his cock as she moved back to face him. Staring into his eyes, she lowered herself to her knees, taking him into her mouth.
“Fuck!” Watching her suck his dick with tantalizing licks of her tongue was headier than the finest brandy. The warmth created by the first contact with her mouth assailed his senses, then, as she slid it further inside, the warmth turned into a firestorm that combined with the steam of the shower giving him an otherworldly awareness he had never come across with any other woman.
It was as if he was meant to be with the woman who was now skimming her mouth over his cock using her tongue to flick over the head in a sight so arousing, he couldn’t hold back another climax.
His hands smacked the shower wall as he came, as her mouth claimed the very essence of his being so erotically that he felt a frisson of fear she might be right in that he would compare every woman from now on to her.
Using his arms, she rose to stand again, raising her face to the water before burying it in the crook of his shoulder. He could only drop his arms and hold her, afraid his knees would give out.
“T.A., I think I need more than vitamins to handle you. I might need a whole new body.”
“The one you have right now is just fine.” Her words were smothered as she ran her mouth across the tattoo on his shoulder, containing a tone of awe that bolstered an ego he hadn’t known existed before.
Taking the shower gel, Dalton started washing her body, exploring every sleek curve. Capping the body wash, he reached for the shampoo and became somber at the realization it was one of the last things he had done for Oceane.
He was staring at the bottle numbly when T.A. took it from him. Taking a squirt, she handed it back to him as she started lathering her hair.