Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Omigod,” I said, a laugh bursting from my lips at the sight of him.
He was in his kitchen all right…
In nothing but an apron and his boxer-briefs.
And there was no food in sight.
“Fuck, I love the sound of your laugh.” Weston waggled his eyebrows at me, his arms open and beckoning. “What are you doing standing all the way over there?”
Still laughing, I dropped my bag on the kitchen counter and rushed into his arms. He scooped me up, holding me against him as he dipped down to slant his mouth over mine. I sighed between his lips, the contact like a breath of fresh air.
So things were just as normal as they’d been when we were out of town. The relief barreling inside me was almost as intoxicating as his mouth.
“Where is that dinner?” I asked when he pulled away to look at me.
“About that,” he said innocently, dipping down to wrap his strong arms beneath my ass and haul me to his eye level. “Change of plans.” He settled me on the large kitchen island, his lips grazing mine. “You’re the main course tonight.”
A warm shiver ran down the length of me as he stepped away, pulling the apron over his head, leaving him looking downright edible himself in just his dark blue boxer-briefs. I unabashedly raked my eyes over every inch of his body, my blood spiking with need at the sight of him.
He parted my thighs, kissing the spot just beneath my jaw.
“What about all that food you cooked?” I asked, slightly breathless as his teeth grazed my neck.
“I stole that picture off the internet,” he said. “But I’ll cook for you later. I wanted to make you laugh.”
I did, again.
Weston was always making me laugh, but lately, it had been a different kind of joy he was delivering.
“What if I need to eat?” I asked, leaning back enough so that I could see his face.
He looked downright sheepish. “Tell me what you want,” he said. “And I’ll make it happen.”
I’d eaten a snack before I left the office, but this was too much fun.
“Anything?” I asked, arching a brow at him.
“Anything,” he said, his rich brown eyes like molten chocolate.
God, he made my head spin and my heart race. He meant every word he said. I could ask for the world right now and I knew he’d give it to me. That was Weston. That had always been Weston.
And for now, he was mine.
There was a kind of head-rushing power in that.
I cupped his face in my hands, drawing my lips within an inch of his. “Right now,” I said. “What I really, really want is…”
He raised his brows, eyes flickering from mine to my lips and back again.
“Your mouth,” I said.
A wolfish smirk shaped his lips, his hands flexing on the tops of my thighs. “Where do you want my mouth?”
Heat blazed through me. “You said I was the main course,” I answered, kissing him quickly before leaning back.
“I did,” he said, his finger hooking into the band of my pants and dragging them down my legs and over my pumps. My top, bra, and panties were gone next, but he left my pumps on as he gently leaned me back on the kitchen island until my spine kissed the cool marble. “Fuck,” he groaned as he hauled me to the edge of the island. “You’re already glistening.”
He stroked a finger through my heat, and I arched off the island into his touch.
“You’ve been thinking about my cock inside of you all day, haven’t you?” he asked, teasing me by slipping that finger inside me.
“Yes!” I gasped, electricity crackling to life underneath my skin as he curled it, stroking me to life.
I looked down my body at him, watching him watch what he was doing to me, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. This powerful, incredible man teased and stroked my body, his eyes lighting up at the touch making me shiver all over.
His eyes flickered to mine, and he tipped his chin, eyes lust-ridden. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day, Brynn. You have no fucking idea.”
I whimpered at his words, at the way he slipped his finger out and traced the slickness over my throbbing clit.
“Mmm,” he moaned, eyes roaming over my naked body like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen.
And then he dipped his head down between my thighs, his tongue sliding up the length of me.
“Wes,” I gasped at that first feel of his tongue against my aching flesh.
He murmured something against me, the vibrations in combination with his lapping making everything in my world narrow to the sensation. His powerful hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide so he had better access, and it was all I could do to breathe when I looked down at the sight.