Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
He hugs me tighter. “Really? No visits from Little Roger?” I think he meant it to be a teasing question, but his tone is all stern curiosity.
I narrow my eyes at him. “No. You’ve ruined me for anything else.”
Pure masculine prides seems to light up his face. He kisses my temple. “I need to really take care of my girl tonight, don’t I?” He lifts his chin. “Get up on the table.”
“What?” My heart rate hasn’t even returned to normal yet.
In a toe-curling display of strength, he keeps one arm around my back, hooks the other under my legs, cradles me to his chest, and powers us up and off the chair.
I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck, but we don’t go far. He deposits me on top of the table.
“Lie back,” he orders.
“What?” I ask even as I kick off my shoes and lower myself to my elbows.
His gaze drops to the floor. “I wanted you to keep the heels on.” He pulls the chair closer and sits.
“Uh, this is giving me doctor’s office vibes.”
He flicks an annoyed glance up at my face. “It won’t for long.”
I point to the ceiling light that, from this new location, is now directly shining in my eyes.
He glances over his shoulder, then back at me. “Touch yourself until I return.”
“What?” I squeak even as my hand slides over my stomach, heading south. My gaze stays glued to his ass as he crosses the room and flips off the overhead light. Only the glow from the kitchen illuminates the apartment now. “Watching your very fine ass is enough to keep me primed.” I grin at him.
“Cute.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Get those fingers on your pussy.”
“Like this?” I tease, missing the target by a few inches.
He lets out a growly sound that teeters closer to amused than annoyed and yanks the chair closer to the table. Then he hooks his arms under my knees and drags me to the edge. Having him so focused on my body, moving and arranging me where and how he needs in order to bring me pleasure, makes me even more wild for him.
“Dex, please.” I reach my hand toward him.
He answers by dusting kisses over my knees and running his hands up my legs. I inch my feet further apart to give him room.
“Now, these can come off.” He peels my underwear away and I assist by digging my heels into the table and lifting my butt. “Good girl,” he says.
“We’re going to ruin your table.” I drum my fingers over the hard wood.
He flashes a wicked smile. “I’m having my favorite meal on it. What’s wrong with that?”
Excitement pulses through me.
He clamps his hands over my thighs, keeping me spread open the way he wants so he can reacquaint himself with all my most sensitive spots.
And he remembers everything that drives me wild.
Pleasure quickens my pulse as soon as his mouth touches my pussy. He lets out a low, satisfied groan as he tastes me. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair, and I’m rewarded with another encouraging rumble. He flicks his tongue against my clit, softly at first, slowly increasing the pressure in response to every move and sound I make.
“Please, please,” I beg.
He flicks his tongue faster and slides a finger inside me. My hips shoot up and he presses me back to the table with a scolding sound but never takes his mouth off me.
I can’t breathe. My heart races. Stars dance behind my eyes. “Dex,” I whisper urgently. “Please don’t stop.”
He curls his fingers inside me and my back bows off the table. I can’t contain or control the wild animal sounds tearing out of my throat. This orgasm lasts much longer. Sharper, almost painful. Dex keeps licking and kissing me through it.
I curl my fingers in his hair and tug even though I don’t want him to stop.
He pulls away, a satisfied smile on his shiny lips, as if it gives him just as much pleasure to make me come.
“I love when you come over and over again,” he says, almost like he read my mind.
I’ve never been able to with anyone else before. In fact, no one’s ever devoted so much time and attention to trying. Or seemed so enthusiastic. But I doubt he wants to hear any of that, so I try to express the sentiment another way. “Your body does magical things to me,” I whisper.
He kisses my inner thigh. “Same.” His hands are still touching me, running over my slick skin, careful not to make direct contact with my oversensitive clit.
“Ready?” He stands and stares at me with challenge in his eyes.
I tilt my head to get a better view of him. “Already?”
He snorts and hooks his arms under my knees, dragging me to the very edge of the table, and rests my heels on his shoulders. “So fucking ready. You have no idea what you’re in for, firecracker.”