Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He groaned, his teeth nipping the joint between my shoulder and neck, sending a shiver of pure pleasure down my spine. “Fuck yes, I’ve thought about it.” His hand slid across my back and to my ribs before he brushed his thumb over my nipple. “I’ve pictured you on this very counter, laid out like a feast.”
“See? Counters are good.” I flicked open his button.
“Agreed, but I can’t feel you under me on a counter.” He palmed my breast. “And that’s what I want, Callie. I need you under me.” His hands retreated to my ass, and he lifted me against him, stepping back and carrying me fully. “Your room or mine?”
“No difference. You can put me against the wall for all I care, as long as I get to have you.” I kissed his jaw, his ear, his throat.
“Fuck.” His grip tightened. “My room. I have condoms.”
“Good idea. And I’m on birth control,” I said as we started to move, but I was too busy sucking on the little area right beneath his ear to look where we were going. “And it’s been about a year.”
“A little less for me, but I’m clean,” he promised, and I felt us climbing the stairs.
“I trust you.” Our mouths met as he opened the door to his hallway, and then my back was against the wall, as if he couldn’t take another step without kissing the breath from my lungs. He rocked against me, and I felt him hard and heavy between my thighs, my robe slipping so it was just his jeans against the fabric of my thong.
I used the wall for leverage and rolled back, grinding down on him.
The sound that came from his throat could only be described as a growl, and I loved it. Gone was the rigid, rule-oriented man who kept everything in its place. This Weston was hard in all the right places, but just as wild and needy as I was.
He yanked me off the wall and kicked open the door to his room. I didn’t even have time to look around before I was on my back in the middle of his bed, and he was over me, his hips between my thighs.
A tug, and he had my belt undone, the halves of my robe sliding off me completely.
The heat in his eyes said more than a million words could have as he looked me over, obviously liking what he found. I wanted to purr under that gaze, to stretch and show every curve of my body at its best angle.
“You’re incredible,” he said, sitting back on his heels to pull me into a sitting position. “I’ve never wanted anyone this way.” He slipped the robe off completely.
“What way is that?” I went for his zipper.
He kissed me hard, setting me back down on the bed. “Like I’ll die from needing you. You’re a fucking obsession, Calliope. I think about you when I’m flying, when I’m guiding, when I’m lying here in this bed and you’re just a wall away. I never stop thinking about you.”
I whimpered in reply and kissed him harder because I felt the exact same way.
His boots came off. Then his pants. There were fewer layers between us than ever and still it was too much. I pushed his shoulder, and he got the message, rolling to his back.
Straddling his hips, I let my hands trace every line I’d fantasized about, then followed them with my mouth. His muscles tensed underneath me, and he tunneled his fingers through my hair, his grip light as I kissed down his chest, letting my tongue play across the disks of his nipples before venturing lower.
“I swear, you’re photoshopped,” I muttered, trailing my tongue down the path of his abs. “No one looks this good—feels this good naturally.”
He laughed, but the sound was tense and choppy as I reached the elastic waist of his boxer briefs. I already knew his size, his length, from holding him in the helicopter, but my thighs clenched at the sight of him straining against the material, the head of him pushing at the band.
I lowered my lips and swiped my tongue over that exposed inch.
“Fuck!” His hips bucked.
I’d never felt so powerful in my entire life. I raked my teeth over him through the fabric of his underwear and the result was instant. He grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up the length of his body, then flipped so he was above me.
“You can’t do that if you want this to last,” he warned, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them as he pressed into me.
I gasped, angling my hips so he’d rock against the one place I desperately needed friction. “But I want to.” If he’d lost it with one lick, what would he do if I took him deep?