Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
I hear the soft thud of a door closing, then Alec slowly slides me down his body.
When my feet are on the floor, I reach for the blindfold, but he stops me with the brush of his fingertips against the back of my hand.
“Leave it?” he asks. The heat of him moves closer, then soft lips brush against mine. “Just for a little bit.”
“Okay.” Chills of anticipation race up my spine. His fingers dance across my rib cage then fabric slides down my arms and back, and cool air tightens my nipples through the thin lace of my bra.
“You are the most beautiful woman.”
Lips against my ear then my neck. The heat of his palm against my breast. His thumb circling one pebbled nipple through the whisper of fabric.
“I’ve thought about touching you again every day since the night we met.”
Same. I don’t let myself say it. It seems too cruel to admit the extent of my feelings. Of my craving for him.
His mouth captures mine in a rough kiss that seems to say more than either of us can. Tongues and teeth clash while our hands greedily explore each other.
I fist his shirt in both hands and tug it from his pants before blindly searching for buttons. Our mouths are fused, and I fumble between our bodies. I want the heat of his skin under my palms.
He chuckles, breaking the kiss. I whimper in protest as he pulls away.
“I’m hurrying,” he murmurs. Then his hands are there again, cupping my ass, pulling me close.
His chest is bare—warm and solid against my breasts. His pants are rough against the sensitive skin of my thighs, and his erection presses insistently against my belly.
I cup him through his pants, and he growls an unintelligible curse.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He takes my wrist then finds the other and holds them both behind my back in one gentle hand. “Look at you.”
Hot kisses trail down my neck, rougher this time. His teeth scrape against my sensitive skin, and his tongue soothes.
I sink into the sensation of his mouth traveling across my collarbone and down to my breasts. All I can do is let him touch and taste and suck. He tugs down the shell of my bra, then his mouth is there—kissing, exploring, playing. He draws my nipple into his mouth, and my knees buckle.
“Better than I remember,” he says. “Fuck, I love the way your body responds.”
I wiggle my hands free from the loose cuff of his hand, find his belt, and release the buckle before pulling it free and letting it drop to the floor.
I take my time to unbutton his pants. I relish the way he rocks into my touch. When I free him from his briefs and he rasps out a low “fuck,” the muscles between my legs clench.
His hands are in my hair, tugging my mouth toward his for another kiss. Harder. Rougher. Hungrier. I love every bit of it.
But it’s not his mouth I’m craving.
I drop to my knees and find his shaft with my hand and then my mouth.
“Hell yes.” His hands are still in my hair, and his grip tightens roughly as I work over him. I have fuzzy memories of doing this the night we met, fuzzy memories of the noises he made and the way it felt to bring this man the kind of pleasure that cuts him loose. But no drunken memory can compare to the reality of his jagged breaths, the weight of him on my tongue, the feel of his hands in my hair, and the jerk of his hips when he loses his grip on his control.
I was already turned on—from the dance floor, from the car, from his whispered promises and teasing touches—but this takes my arousal to a new level. And to be blindfolded while doing this? Every sound he makes is amplified. My nerve endings are buzzing.
I’ve never done anything like this, and I know it’s because I could never do this with someone I didn’t trust. There’s a kind of vulnerability when I’m on my knees and sightless while his fingers thread through my hair. I’m at his mercy, and instead of being unsettled by it, I’m moved by it. Because I know he won’t hurt me. Because I know I can trust him.
I draw him deeper, and his knees buckle slightly.
“Christ. Come here.” He steps away from my mouth, and the next thing I know, Alec pulls me to my feet and the tie blocking my vision is gone. “I want inside you too much to finish like this.” He cups my face in both hands and takes my mouth with his. “Do you want that?”
I want it so badly the question is almost laughable. “Condom?” I rasp.
“Yeah. I have protection.” He kisses me again, his hands busy pushing the panties from my hips. My bra is next, peeled from my arms before he tosses it across the room.