Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
I want him to see what he does to me.
And if I’m going to be naked in front of him, we need to level the playing field fast.
Somehow, I manage to get the shirt off without tying myself in knots, tugged down his arms and discarded. I push back so I can look at him.
This is when it’s time to say something witty or heartfelt, but I’m tongue-tied by a tattooed god.
He towers over me, staring down with blue eyes in flames, slowly working his fingers in and out of my opening and holding me up with his other hand.
The V of pure muscle at his hips would be enough to convert a nun, and I’m far less pious.
“Dexter.” My voice is so rough I cough.
God, the expression in his eyes—dark and determined enough to strike a woman down—practically sends me off the rails entirely.
“Take off your pants,” I force out.
“Bossy girl. You’re lucky as hell I’m accommodating today.” A long, slow smile spreads across his face as he drops his trousers, revealing a pair of dark boxers—and a dick print so large I wonder if he holds a world record.
Holy cock.
I want him inside me, but his size makes me nervous.
That’s even less reason to rush, no matter how much I’m aching to be filled and throw caution to the wind.
I have the most perfect man worshipping me right now, and I’m going to savor this moment.
The tattoos stop at his arms except for one on his chest.
It’s a bird—another cardinal is my guess—though it’s inked in black, trapped in a cage. The tattoo is a small circle on his breastbone that almost resembles a coin from a distance, but the sight of it makes my heart squeeze.
“Junie.” His voice brings my attention back to his face. “My eyes are up here, woman.”
I laugh.
Right. This is no time to get distracted.
So I hook my thumbs into his boxers and pull them down, freeing an erection so big it might qualify as a lethal weapon. I go to take it in my hands, but he catches my wrists.
“Not yet.” The way he growls it sends shivers down my spine. “You forget I haven’t showered.”
Wow.
I’m not one to turn down shower sex, so I make no objection as he lifts me up and carries me into the shower. He switches on the water with one hand and I tighten my legs around him until his cock is positioned right where I want it.
He catches his breath as I start grinding, just in case he’s forgotten I’m ready and waiting and I’ve wanted this for longer than I care to admit.
“You’re so goddamned sexy it’s obscene,” he tells me as he kisses me again.
That hand finally palms my breast, hurling sparks through my nipples, heightening the tightening pleasure at my core.
Yes, more.
More, more, more.
His breath is heavy as I roll my hips, sliding across him, letting him feel just how wet I am.
The hot water streams around us like a comforting blanket. I use the opportunity to trace every inch of him.
His broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his back, the magnificent ridges of his ass, his rugged biceps, his iron jaw.
I love feeling the next growl that explodes up his throat.
Reaching down, I tentatively grab that massive cock in my hands, using my own slickness to slide my hand up and down a few times.
He’s huge, but he won’t do permanent damage, I think.
Right now, that’s the only green light I need.
His groan unravels what’s left of my brain and I pull him to my entrance, every breath leaving me a trembling mess.
“Don’t even think about making me wait another second,” I say, shifting down until the tip slips inside me.
Even that’s enough to make me gasp.
The promise of what’s to come, the way he stretches my entrance, the desperate desire to push down and take all of him inside me…
His wicked laugh rumbles in his chest as he presses me against the wall, eclipsing my mouth with his.
I barely have time to process the coolness of the tiles against my back before he’s sliding in, pushing deeper, and my brain shuts down.
“What do you want?” he asks, pausing.
I don’t know how he has the self-control, but pinned against the wall like this, I can’t even sink the rest of the way myself.
“Junie, tell me.”
“You,” I manage, so red with anticipation I’m dying. “I want you, Dex. I want you to fuck me. I want it all. Please.”
“If you insist,” he teases.
And in one swift pump he thrusts the rest of the way in.
I moan, my eyelids fluttering.
Nerves I didn’t know I had ignite, entire galaxies of pleasure rippling to my core.
Rough fingers squeeze my nipple as he pushes himself in to the hilt and holds us there.
His kisses come hotter than before, hotter than ever, hungry and so, so relentless.