Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“This is the first time I’ve really seen you without a shirt on.” His abs were just as tight and defined as I’d imagined, and my fingertips lightly traced each crevice. Chills raced from where I touched him to cover his entire body and I smiled.
“I’m nothing special.”
I frowned when I realized there were faint scars that ran across his lower stomach. When I touched them, Rhodes grabbed my wrists firmly and flipped us over, thrusting between my hips and kissing me hard.
“I want you tonight, Rhodes. Please,” I pleaded, kissing the bare skin of his shoulder. I could feel his hard on through the cotton fabric of his briefs. When I moaned against his skin and bit his shoulder lightly, he hardened more.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, burying his face in my neck. “I don’t know how to do this. You’re not like the women I’ve had before. I want to take you slowly, gently, but I don’t know how.”
My breath quickened at his honesty. “So take me how you want to. Hard, fast, rough...” I pulled my hands from his grasp and raked my nails down his back. “I don’t want you easy.”
Rhodes groaned from deep within his chest at the contact, but shook his head, lifting it to look down at me. “That’s just it, though. I disconnect when I have sex, Bug. I’ve never… it’s never meant anything to me before.” He swallowed, his thumb tracing the edge of my jaw. “It means something tonight. And I want to feel every single moment with you.”
He kissed me again, slower this time, his lips sticking to mine each time he pulled back. When his index finger found the inside of my wrist and he pressed there gently, I sighed contently, mirroring his grip and feeling his heart, too. Mine wasn’t the only one racing.
I slipped my fingers beneath the band of his briefs and tugged them down halfway before Rhodes took control. He kicked them off, pressing himself at my entrance as he balanced on shaky arms. My breath hitched. Every nerve was at full alert. He was so close, and I’d never wanted anything more than to close the distance between us.
Quickly, Rhodes tore open the condom package he’d retrieved from his jeans when we were on the stairs. Pullling away slightly, he slid the condom over his length. He was bigger than I’d realized, even after having him strained against his shorts so many nights before, and my breath was too much to exhale only through my nose anymore. My mouth parted when he positioned himself between my thighs again, my chest tight with anticipation.
He felt the weight, too, because he kissed me softer once more before whispering, “Are you sure?”
I nodded, digging my heels into his backside to pull him nearer. His tip grazed my wet opening and we both moaned together. Rhodes sucked my lip into his mouth and then he filled me. All at once. Completely and unapologetically.
He groaned, withdrawing before rocking into me once more. It stung a little, and I held on tighter.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded again, words completely lost at that point. I felt him holding back just like I had every night before then. He entered me slowly, carefully, but each thrust hit deeper, and when he picked up the pace, I couldn’t control my moans anymore. They echoed through my room and down the hall, and it was like hearing them obliterated his self-control. Rhodes fisted his hands in my hair and yanked my head back, sucking my left nipple into his mouth and flexing into me harder, hitting a space inside me I’d never known existed.
Rhodes slid into me over and over until I fit his length more comfortably, then he rolled me over onto my hands and knees. Grasping the back of my neck, he pressed my face into the hot comforter and splayed his hand on my upper back before slamming into me from behind. I cried out, but not from pain. Rhodes inside me gave me nothing but pure, unimaginable pleasure.
“Yes,” I breathed, but I was still so unsure of my own voice when I was in bed with him. Rhodes gripped my hips firmly and pounded into me again. “Yes,” I cried louder. He filled every inch of me in this position. I could feel my orgasm mounting, and I prayed for the release.
But Rhodes waited.
He pulled me to straddle him once more, only this time he remained sitting up. Every part of our bodies were pressed together. My legs were wrapped around his waist, his mouth was hard on mine, and he rocked into me with such calculated pressure I whimpered at the sensation.
“I love the way you feel,” he growled, moving his hands from my waist to grip the top of my shoulders. It was as if he was doing a pull up, but instead, he was pulling me down onto him, burying himself deeper. “Tight. Wet.” He flexed his hips. “Fucking incredible.”