Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
“There isn’t one part of you I don’t love, Gorya.” There was sincerity in her voice. In her mind. Her lips curved into that slow, mischievous smile that sent his heart into overdrive. “Although sometimes I want to smack you in the head with a wet towel.”
He leaned down and nipped at her full bottom lip, unable to resist, while one palm slid over her right thigh, urging her to part her legs for him. “A wet towel?”
Maya’s eyes darkened with desire at his touch, but she followed the silent command he’d given her. “It really stings when you snap a towel and the tail hits bare skin. If it’s wet, the sting is even worse. When I was living at my friend Lexie’s house in Houston, she showed me how to snap towels.”
“What else did she show you?” He kept his voice low and mesmerizing. Slightly teasing, distracting her from feeling fear at what was happening between them.
“Pillow fights. I didn’t know how to play. She taught me how to have fun. It was a foreign concept to me.”
Gorya bent his head again, nipping her earlobe with his teeth—a tiny sting that made her gasp, her eyes widening with shock. He flicked his tongue out and licked away the sting until she took a shaky breath.
“I love how you’re so soft everywhere, baby,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. He blazed a trail of fire from her ear to her throat with small kisses and nips. He had a primitive desire to leave his mark everywhere on her. A claiming. He wanted her to look in the mirror the next morning and know she was his. She was loved.
“Do we want to jump all the way to step seventy or stay in the sixties?” he asked, his voice muffled against her skin. He licked at her chin. Bit down. Kissed his way up to her mouth and then simply brushed his lips over hers.
He didn’t give her the satisfying kisses she sought; he had other things in mind. She gave him a frustrated sigh and her brows drew together, but she didn’t protest because once again his palm had slid around to the inside of her thigh. He began to slide his hand up and down her leg in a long caress, bringing the nerve endings to life.
The tip of Maya’s tongue made her lips glisten. She began to pant, her breathing ragged enough to lift her small breasts up and down, drawing his heated gaze. Her nipples had peaked, coming to attention. Good signs her body was coming to life for him.
“Since we’re jumping steps, seventy sounds like a good start.”
If it was possible, his cock hardened even more against her hip at her answer. That was his woman. Very courageous. He permitted a wicked smile to escape. “I should have known my woman would be the naughty one. Spread your legs wider for me.”
She complied immediately. With just the very pads of his fingers he found her clit, a little hidden treasure he had wanted to touch almost from the first time he’d realized the depth he felt for her. A tremor ran through her body as he tenderly stroked caresses over it. He used a light touch, never rubbing or flicking, just keeping up that gentle motion as he watched for her reaction.
Her hips shifted and she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate his large hand. He felt the first signs of wet arousal as her body began to slicken, readying itself for him. There was no sign of alarm in her eyes, only a kind of dazed shock and wonder.
“I want to know all the things I can do to you that make you feel good,” he admitted, bending to pull her taut nipple into the heat of his mouth.
Maya might be small, but she was soft and pliant, a perfect mouthful. So very sensitive. She shivered when he sucked at her nipple, and stroked and teased with his tongue and teeth. She arched her back, both hands coming up to catch at his head. He wasn’t certain if she intended to pull him toward her or push him away.
A little moan escaped from her throat, and she dug her heels into the mattress so that she pushed against his stroking fingers as if seeking more pressure. He didn’t give it to her. He kept stroking those same gentle caresses over her clit, occasionally circling, and then using the wide pad of his thumb to add to the sensations he created for her.
Gorya. His name exploded in his mind a bit brokenly. The sound was sexy. Exactly what he wanted to hear.
Now that her mind was open to his, he felt the heat shimmering through her veins, arousal whispering through her. Her body had gone from pink to a flushed red. She was unable to hold still. Her gaze clung to his in a kind of dazed wonder. Her focus was entirely on her body and what she was feeling. Flames licked at her, smoldered in her veins, threatening an impending inferno. The pressure built and built toward an explosive detonation. One small hand gripped his wrist as if she might try to stop him.