Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 103661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Zigzags.
Figure eights.
"Fuck." My head falls to the side. My hair goes with it.
Long strands cover my eyes. Blur my surroundings.
His lips find my neck.
He kisses me as he toys with me. Perfect circles again and again. Winding the tension inside me tighter and tighter.
It feels too good. He feels too good.
Then his lips dip lower. The crook of my neck. My shoulder. My collarbone.
My chest.
He slips his hands under my dress. His fingers brush my thighs. Then his hands are on my ass.
Only a thin layer of cotton between his hands and my skin.
God, he's so close to where he needs to be. To where I need him.
How can I already need him so badly? It's wrong. And I don't give a fuck about being right.
He pulls me up onto my knees, bringing my chest to his mouth.
Then his lips are around my nipple. Soft pressure.
Harder.
The flick of his tongue.
That same circle, only so much wetter and warmer. Again and again.
Until I'm digging my nails into his neck. "Ian."
He responds with the soft scrape of his teeth.
Fuck. It sends a wave of pleasure through my body. Then he does it again. Again. Each scrape sends a shock wave through me.
To my fingers.
My toes.
My core.
He winds me tighter and tighter. When I'm sure I can't take more, he moves to my other breast. Tortures it just as mercilessly.
His hands find the waistband of my panties.
He slides them over my hips. Down my thighs. All the way to my knees.
The fabric binds my legs. Keeps me in place.
He holds my legs with a tight grip. But he doesn't touch me properly. He just toys with my breasts as he digs his fingers into my thighs.
"Please." I'm ready to beg. Plead. Whatever it takes for him to touch me properly.
I'm not sure where the sane Eve is. Maybe the gin chased her away. Maybe the money. Maybe something about Ian.
But I don't care. I need this. Need him filling my desires.
Need to fill his desires.
"Not yet." He drags his hands an inch up my thighs. Moves to my other breast. Toys mercilessly.
"Mmm." My groans run together. Half agony. Half ecstasy.
I've never wanted this much. I've never felt this empty. I've never felt so desperate to be full.
I want it so much it hurts.
But a good hurt. The kind that makes me feel alive.
This is what it means to be alive. The freedom to want something more than food, sleep, shelter.
To want with my entire being.
"Please." My voice slips to a whine. It's a tone I've never heard before. A vulnerability that terrifies me.
And thrills me.
"Please, Ian." My nails curl into his skin. "Please."
"Please what, vixen?"
The pet name nearly pushes me over the edge. God, the way it sounds on his lips…
"Make me come." The words fall without a hint of friction. Inhibitions? What inhibitions? "Please. I need you."
He groans into my chest.
Something in his posture changes. More hungry and primal.
He drags his hands up my thighs. Closer, closer, closer.
His thumb brushes my clit. A slow circle. Then another. In that same steady rhythm.
He winds me tighter and tighter. Until I'm sure I might burst. Then tighter still.
With the next brush of his thumb, the dam breaks.
I go over the edge, groaning his name as I come.
Bliss spills through my senses. Turns the entire world into a place of pure pleasure.
Nothing but the pulsing in my sex.
More intense than anything I've ever felt.
Then I blink my eyes open and see him watching. And it's intense in a whole new way.
I need the wonder in his eyes. The desire. The fascination. The need.
He brings his hands to my knees. Tugs at my panties. "Stand up, vixen. I'm keeping these."
My cheeks flush. It's strange, feeling shy after that, but I do. "Help me."
He nods. Brings his hands to my hips. Helps me onto my feet.
Then he shifts off of the couch. Kneels next to me as he peels the panties off my feet.
He looks up at me like I'm a goddess.
Right now, I feel like one.
Right now, I'm terrified of how much I want Ian Hunt.
One night and I'm undressing in public.
Where will I be on night thirty?
Chapter Nineteen
Ian
Of course, Eve wants to take the subway home.
According to our terms, I can insist she take a car. A cab, an Uber, a limo I provide. According to our terms, I can demand she go to any place at any time. So long as I give her warning before we leave the city.
Part of me wants to insist. To send her home in a car under my control. So the driver will alert me the moment she's home. So I'll know she's safe.
Eve is independent. Stubborn. Headstrong.
She's also right. This is a safe station. The subway is practical. The city certainly needs the revenue.
I let the stubborn part of me win.