Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He guided his view down my body, from my lips to the area between my thighs, where he kept his gaze.
I giggled. “I’m simply enjoying my shower.”
“You’re a naughty little siren. You’ve always been that way, luring me in with your fast wit and mind, and then trapping me with that goddamned sexy body of yours.” He closed the bathroom door behind him and leaned on it. “Is part of the lesson watching you shower?”
“No.” I slid the shower door closed to hide myself.
Within seconds, it opened back up. He appeared directly in front of me and placed his foot in the way so I couldn’t shut it again. “I won’t touch, but I will look.”
“Says who?”
“The crazy man blocking the shower door.”
I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured it into my hair. “I’m close to kicking you out of here.”
“Do it, baby. It would make me even hotter.”
I exhaled. “This is not supposed to be foreplay.”
“No?” He closed the distance between us and entered the shower. Shrieking, I dropped the bottle. It crashed to the floor. Thick, blue liquid leaked out.
“You’re right,” he said. “There’s no foreplay happening right now, just an evil little vixen and her addicted slave.”
“I’m no vixen and you’re damn sure no one’s slave.”
“I sat outside your place and slept in a car.”
“Maybe you’re a romantic.”
“Or maybe I’m a bloody fiend. Do you know how bad I want to put my cock inside of you right now?” He seized my wet thighs with his hands and captured my mouth with his. I sucked on his tongue. It was such a bad habit to need to taste him more than any food or liquid on earth.
He drew away and caressed my hips. “How long do you think you’ll keep that sweet pussy from me?”
“Until I’m ready.”
“You look ready to me.”
“Only my body is.”
“Good. Then I’ve got your heart and body. That’s two out of three. You can keep your stubborn mind. She’s caused enough trouble in these past weeks. I need your body right now.”
Groaning, I arched into him. “No sex.”
“Damn you. Can’t you think of another word besides no?” He devoured me with those lips and commanded my skin with just a flick of his tongue. Warm water rained down on us. It was just our breathing against the sound of the shower battering the elegant tiles. He licked water off my neck in one long, erotic swipe that made me swoon. My flesh heated. My body ached. Hot steam rose around us. He bit the curve of my neck and it made me go even crazier. A war battled inside of me. Hormones flanked on the right. Logic organized on the left.
I craved him.
There was no denying that. I yearned to be bent the fuck over while Chase pounded that big, beautiful cock in any place he deemed worthy. Our attraction was never the problem. It was all the other things that reared their ugly heads into our business—his possessiveness and invasion of my privacy, his need to control everything including my life, and that underlying fear that I would never be enough woman for him, that he’d one day turn to me and beg for another woman to be in a relationship with us. I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t Dawn, Wendy, or Lucy. I loved too much and needed it all for myself.
Chase shifted his battle plan to my hungry breasts. They ached for him, and he obliged with lovely circles around each throbbing nipple.
“Stop,” I whispered.
Something between a strangled groan and whine left his lips as he worked my nipple some more—sucking and licking, tenderly biting and lathering.
Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.
Shivers, hot ones, ran up and down my frame. He pinned me to him and I writhed under his muscular build.
Goddamn him.
“Please. Don’t make me stop.” He lifted me up and guided my legs around his waist to straddle him. His warm cock pressed between my legs. There wasn’t a better feeling than that moment, to experience that thick length right there, inches from my hungry clit. If I moved forward just enough, the tip would be massaging my bud and I would surrender it all in that bathroom just for him to fill me.
Chase targeted me with his gaze. “Tell me I don’t have to stop.”
My chest rose and fell as I tried my best to form the word no.
“Say it, baby.” Burying his face into my cleavage, he begged some more. “Please, Jasmine, please. Give me that soft pleasure. Only you know how to give it to me just right.” He squeezed the curve of my behind.
I trembled against him and murmured, “We shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t or can’t? Goddamn it.”
“Both.”
An exasperated breath escaped his lips. He stared at me as if that would be the last chance to win me over. “I love you.”