Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“You can certainly try,” she replied, and yes, she was provoking him. She rarely had one orgasm with a man, let alone two, but Derek was already proving to be the exception.
“Mmm, I love a good challenge,” he murmured as he buried his hands in her hair and let his lower body sink deeper and deeper into hers, drawing out the anticipation and delicious pleasure one hard, torturous inch at a time.
His gaze was on her the entire time, watching as her lips parted on soft gasps as he stroked along nerve endings she hadn’t known existed, the way her lashes fluttered when she thought she couldn’t take much more, and how her eyes rolled back in pure bliss when he was finally buried to the hilt.
He dipped his head against her neck and shuddered. “So damn good,” he groaned, then started to move—slow, deep, endless strokes of his cock that had her melting with pleasure.
He kissed and nipped her throat, biting that sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder met, then sucked on a patch of skin that had sensation spiraling down to her clit. She inhaled a startled breath when that spark turned into a flash of need, the friction from his cock causing renewed chaos where she didn’t think she had anything left.
With a soft moan, she grabbed on to his back and dragged her nails down his spine, wrapping her legs tight around his waist as her second orgasm crashed through her. She cried out his name, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, and the growl that rumbled in his chest vibrated through her entire body, making her toes curl as she rode out the ecstasy.
He lifted his head, locking his eyes on hers, watching and making sure she finished before he allowed himself to lose control. His breathing grew harsh, his driving strokes becoming more erratic as he lunged harder, deeper into her pussy, until his own body tensed as he climaxed. The muscles in his back bunched against her fingertips as he shuttled into her one last time and came long, hard, and deep.
He breathed heavily on top of her and she closed her eyes, sifting her fingers through his hair as they both attempted to gain their bearings. She especially needed a moment to process what had just happened—and tried her best to keep things in perspective, making sure her mind didn’t spiral into girlish fantasies that couldn’t come true.
As for her heart, it was already too late.
* * *
Jessica woke up the following morning with a content, blissful smile on her face—and the space next to her on her bed disappointingly empty. With a sigh, she smoothed her palm over the cool sheets, then gathered the pillow into her arms and inhaled the scent that Derek had left behind. Warm. Musky. Masculine.
She closed her eyes as delicious, decadent memories flooded her mind, the kind that true fantasies were made of. Except now, after last night with Derek, all those sexy dreams had become reality and had exceeded anything her imagination had ever conjured up. She’d never known that sex could be so good and satisfying, and since she was certain no other man would ever live up to Derek’s level of expertise, at least she had those memories for the future, when he was gone.
Noises from the kitchen drifted up to her room, and soon after, the enticing aroma of coffee lured her from her warm bed. She took a quick shower, brushed her teeth, then put on a silk robe and headed down to the kitchen.
She found Derek standing at the counter, chopping vegetables and the ham she’d had in the refrigerator. He also had out a carton of eggs, grated cheese, and the bagels she’d bought last week. He was wearing running shorts, a tank T-shirt, and his hair was a rumpled mess on his head.
“Morning,” she said as he finished dicing the meat and vegetables. While he washed his hands, she headed straight for the pot of coffee.
He walked toward her as she poured the brew into the mug he’d set out for her, making her heart flutter inside her chest as she watched him approach, then stop in front of her with a warm smile.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, then took her off guard as he dipped his head, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before gently rubbing his soft stubble against her cheek.
The gesture was so intimate it made her breath catch and her body melt. She hadn’t been expecting such an affectionate morning after greeting, not that she was complaining, because Derek did make her feel beautiful, in every way.
He pulled back to look into her eyes as he tenderly brushed back a few stray strands of hair that had escaped the knot on her head. “You’re just in time for me to make you an omelet. How are you feeling this morning?”