Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
She arched her back to give me better access, and slowly, I kissed my way down her curves, shifting down until I could kiss her inner thighs.
Her breathing hitched as I kissed her everywhere but where she was glistening for me. Her thighs clenched in anticipation, and just when I thought she might scream at me, I licked her from entrance to clit.
“James,” she whimpered, and my dick got that much harder at the sound of my name on her tongue. I licked her again, her flavor bursting on my tongue. She was so fucking sweet. I’d never get enough.
I gripped her thighs, spreading her farther, and she laid back on the island in the sexiest move of submission and trust I’d ever seen. I teased the swollen nub of her clit, spearing the bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to make her arch into my mouth before drawing away.
She reached down, her fingers gripping my hair as I feasted on her, plunging my tongue inside her and curling it before pulling out to circle her clit. Her thighs were trembling, so I situated them over my shoulders, never stopping for a second.
“Omigod,” she breathed as I worked her up and up, relishing the taste of her with every swipe. “Your mouth.”
I smirked against her heat, pulling back just enough to glance up at her. She looked down her body at me, our eyes locking in a primal gaze that had my dick jumping.
“Still nervous?” I asked again.
She pressed her lips together, nodding.
“Let’s take care of that then, shall we?”
I didn’t give her time to answer.
I unleashed myself on her, lapping and plunging in every way that made her moan. Her grip tightened in my hair, her hips arching of the table as she chased the pressure she so desperately needed. I held her on the edge for only a few seconds more, no longer able to stop myself.
I shifted, replacing my tongue with two fingers, stroking her while I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“James!” A strained whimper escaped her lips right after my name, her thighs tightening as she bucked against my hand and mouth. Warmth coated my fingers as she pulsed around them, her orgasm making her entire body tremble.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I worked her down with gentle strokes, shifting her legs off of me as I stood up fully, slipping an arm beneath her lower back to haul her up so we were face to face.
“Still nervous?” I asked.
Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her entire body looking relaxed and pliant for me. Her eyes were lust-laced as she smiled and shook her head. “Not even a little bit.”
“Good,” I said, kissing her quickly as I moved her arms to wrap around my neck. “Then lock your ankles.”
CHAPTER 9
Anne
I’d never wrapped my legs around a man so fast in all my life. The demand in Jim’s tone was enough to have me liquid again, and he’d just made me come.
With his mouth.
Usually, I was the one to take the reins. Even in a drunken stupor, I had to control everything. It was my way of keeping myself safe.
But not here.
Not with him.
I trusted him down to the very core of my being, and it was freeing to hand myself over to him and know without a doubt he’d take care of me.
“Good girl,” he said, and a drop of pure, melted honey slid down my spine at the praise. He hauled me off the kitchen island without effort, spinning us as he walked through his home, and up the stairs to what I quickly realized was his bedroom.
I told him I wasn’t nervous, and when he asked moments ago, that was the truth. But now, as he laid me on his bed with such tenderness I wanted to cry, the butterflies from earlier were back. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex—not fully, anyway. Everything was coated in a film of alcohol, and without it, I could feel everything in high definition.
Every touch.
Every kiss.
Every graze of his fingers over my sensitive skin.
My body reacted for him in a way it never had for anyone else, and damn did I love the way it felt.
I scooted backward on the bed as he climbed atop it, stalking toward me like a predator would its prey. But not one inch of me felt unsafe, and that was refreshing in a way I couldn’t articulate. I wanted him to know how much this meant to me, how much he meant to me, but I couldn’t possibly find the right words.
So, I decided to show him.
He laughed as I pounced, using my legs to urge him to flip over on his back. It was my turn to take my time eying his body, which was tons of corded muscle under smooth skin. Sweet heavens, he looked like all he did in his spare time was work out.