Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
“Oh,” she said as she bumped into him. “I’m sorry.”
Putting his arms around her, he shook his head. “Don’t be. I don’t mind at all.”
With the curves of her body registering, he swept his hand up her spine and found the tie in her hair. Pulling it free, the waves swung down and they were a little damp, smelling of her shampoo.
“Mind if I kiss you?” he murmured.
“Mmmm, please.”
She was the one who brought his mouth downward, and as their lips fused, he moved his hips into her own. He had no idea whether lightning was going to strike twice, and he told himself that his getting physically aroused shouldn’t matter. There were many things he could do to her—
The hardening was both natural and normal—and a total fucking miracle. And she felt it, too. Her lower body moved in closer, and the sound she made, of hunger and satisfaction combined, juiced him further.
As they continued to kiss, the darkness was erotic as fuck; it meant he felt her even more—and he backed them both up, orientating himself with his hand extended out and batting at thin air. When he found the table he was looking for, the one that ran down the back of one of the silk sofas, he laughed deeply in his throat.
Thank you, Phalen.
Courtesy of the woman’s relentless minimalism, there was nothing on its surface. Which was fucking perfect. He lifted Lydia by her waist and set her on the lip. Conscious that this was a semi-private situation at best, he didn’t want to waste time, but as he got back with the mouth-to-mouth, he was aware that no one knew what tomorrow was going to bring. So he had to savor this.
Taking his hands down to her breasts, her knitted sweater was a soft cushion over her contours, and he couldn’t help it. He had to taste her. Easing her back a little farther, he pushed the folds up, and she had no bra on—so as he went down with his lips, there were no barriers. Sucking on her nipple, she groaned and linked her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer, closer… closer still.
She was wearing leggings, and they melted off her thighs as he pulled them down—
Outside in the hallway, voices volleyed back and forth, some kind of casual conversation burbling along, and his head whipped up. There was nothing to see—unless someone opened something. And talk about opportunity. The room had, like, three sets of doors that broke up the wall-to-wall shelving. He might as well have chosen to do this in the frickin’ boardroom down in the lab…
“They’re moving on,” Lydia whispered.
“Good.” He palmed her breast and rolled his thumb back and forth over the tip. “I want to finish what we started.”
Lydia gasped and then laughed softly. “I am not shy, but I’m not exactly an exhibitionist, either.”
“Do you want to go back to the bedroom—”
Thump. Thump.
The sound of one and then the other of her shoes hitting the floor was her response, and he smiled into the velvet void.
With hands that were surprisingly steady, he finished the job with her leggings and got right in there with his pelvis, pushing into the space she made for him. Their lips re-fused, and the slide of her tongue against his, coupled with the way she rubbed her core against the front of his jeans, made him go for his zipper.
The last thing he was going to do was come in his pants.
What a damn waste that would be.
On that note, his numb fingers performed their job admirably, and he thought about the way rarity made everything more precious. The fact that he didn’t know whether this was his last time meant that he was going to especially savor every penetration and all the sounds she made and the way she felt beneath him.
But the fact that the rest of the household was on the other side of those frickin’ doors meant he had to hurry the hell up.
Palming his arousal, he went in, and brushed her sex with the head of his cock. Up and down. She was so slick and hot—and he trembled, for all the right reasons, as he entered her. That first stroke in was always a revelation, and the feel of it went straight into his brain. After that, his body took over, his pelvis pulling back and pushing in.
Under him, Lydia was holding on, and then she shifted herself on the tabletop and wrapped her legs around him. Rocking into her, the familiar build was an exquisite anticipation, but there was going to be no release for him yet.
She came first.
Always.
THIRTY-TWO
LYDIA FELT AN orgasm coming for her and she welcomed the sensations. Daniel was deep inside of her, and his penetrations were getting faster and faster. With her legs wrapped around his lower body and her spine arching into him, he was all she knew, all she felt.