Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“On second thought, you can wrestle me whenever you want.”
“Another time. I’m not done hunting.” Sitting up and back, I ran my thumbs firmly down the column of his spine. I paused near his healing scar, breath catching in my chest until I forced myself to keep hunting, not lingering on how damn close Ambrose had come to a more serious injury.
“A-ha. Bull’s-eye,” I crowed as I finally found the tat on the top of his left ass cheek. Faded, but looked like it had originally been some sort of Japanese character. “What’s it say?”
“Ha.” Cheeks bright pink, he buried his face in the nearby pillow. “The audacity of being twenty-one and culturally clueless. I picked one that was supposed to mean peace. Later, I found out the tattoo parlor near campus had it wrong. It actually stands for some type of fish, but I never got up the courage to get it fixed.”
“It’s cute.” I ran my thumb over it. Knowing even someone as rich and smart as Ambrose could make dumb mistakes made my chest warm. “The right artist could turn it into a frog or something.”
“Frog?” He made an indignant noise. “That doesn’t sound much better than fish.”
“Hey, don’t knock frogs. That’s the traditional end of BUD/S tattoo all the new SEALs get.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s yours?” He strained, but I didn’t let him up. Pinning him was way too much fun. “I’ll show you later.”
“Later? What are you planning—oh.” He moaned low as I rocked against his plump ass. Dipping my head, I kissed the back of his neck as he made more encouraging noises. “Yes. Do that.”
He shamelessly arched toward my body, groaning as I took the hint and nibbled and teased his neck as his happy noises and moans intensified.
“Hmm. Is it that easy?” My voice came out in a husky, teasing tone I barely recognized.
“Pretty much.” What I could see of his face was pink. He writhed under me with each neck kiss, grinding against the mattress. “Told you. My neck is a major hotspot. Kiss it, and I turn to putty.”
“Putty, huh? This I gotta see.” I bit him lightly where his neck and spine met, a tasty little spot I nibbled until his noises turned more frantic.
“Do it enough, and I’ll come,” he warned, but I just laughed richly.
“Good. I love you wiggling under me. Love attacking your neck too.” Reaching over him, I grabbed the T-shirt I’d had on when we’d arrived, which had somehow ended up on the foot of the bed. He’d planned ahead for cleanup the night before, so I figured I’d do the same, and I shoved it under him, which earned me another moan.
“What about you?” His voice was breathless, and he sounded damn close already.
“I’m gonna jerk off all over your sweet ass while you hump the bed.” And fuck, I loved the way he groaned whenever I said something dirty.
“Yes. I want that.” His words came out fast as if I might rescind the offer. As if. I was way into this, cock throbbing, pulse pounding, a demanding internal thrum that wanted relief even more than my usual edging games. I was dying to watch him come undone, and every time he wriggled, ass brushing my cock, I got that much harder.
“Thought you’d approve.” I licked down each cord of his neck, loving how it made him move under me, making my cock so damn hard against him. I kissed along his shoulder, harder now. “You gonna be okay if I leave marks? I’ll try to stay under your collar?”
“Please.” He arched toward me, tilting his neck in clear invitation. “Mark all you’d like.”
“Mmm. You know what I like to hear.”
“The please?” His voice was coming in little pants now. “Need me to beg? Please. More. Kiss me more. Mark me.”
“Oh, fuck yes.” Turned on as much by the permission as the begging, I raked my teeth across the curve of his shoulder. He moaned, a low noise that rattled through me, making my abs shake. I left a small love bite on his shoulder blade, and he trembled.
“More. Higher. Please.”
“Yeah? You like the idea of wearing my marks?”
“Yes.” He let out a shuddery breath as I sucked that tasty spot I’d found earlier at the base of his neck. Still under his collar, but it felt a little more daring, finding more places that skirted the line. “Need it.”
“Mmm.” I continued to feast on his neck. “Fuck the bed. Come on. Get yourself there. Let me hear how close you are.”
“I am. So close.” His voice came out all strained, and some primal part of me thrilled at how amped up I’d made him. I rocked against his ass more deliberately, urging him on, pushing him down and into the mattress. “Oh God. This is too good.”