Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
My focus zeroes in on the two paper coffee cups and the brown paper bag he’s carrying, and the scent from the bag makes my stomach grumble. It smells delicious, like eggs, bacon, and fresh-baked pastries. If he brought me food, I might just ask him to marry me.
“Sorry, I’m not dressed yet,” I say, but his eyes aren’t anywhere near my face. No, they’re riveted on my robe and legs—mostly my legs. “Um, I’m just going to put something on.” My cheeks feel warm as his gaze slowly wanders up my body and then over my face and wet hair.
“You’re stunning, seriously fucking stunning, sweetheart.”
“Thanks.” I bite the inside of my cheek. His dark eyes track up and down me once more, causing my nipples to pebble and my core to tighten. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man look at me with so much desire; it’s a heady feeling.
“Please don’t rush to get dressed on my behalf.”
I’m pretty sure that if I don’t put something on and he keeps looking at me like he is, I’m going to jump him, and I don’t think that would be a very good idea, so I say, “I’ll be back. Make yourself comfortable.” I rush for my bedroom, then skid to a stop when I remember I left the stove on. I make a beeline for the kitchen, turn off the burner, and move the pan into the oven to cool.
I spin around after slamming the oven door shut and crash right into a hard body. A spark of excitement rushes through me as warm hands capture my waist, and without thinking, I lift my hands to his chest, then slide them up to his shoulders—not to push him away, but just to hold on.
“I need to get dressed.” I lick my bottom lip, causing his eyes to drop to my mouth, and I shiver when his hands slide farther down my back, pulling me closer against his muscular torso.
“Why’s that?” he asks, his voice husky. The deep, growly sound and the feel of the silky material of my kimono sliding up the backs of my thighs and bottom as he bunches it in his fists make me instantly wet.
“I don’t have panties on,” I whisper, and he groans, brushing his lips softly over the top of mine before moving them to my neck. “I don’t think it’s very appropriate for me to be walking around my kitchen with you here without anything on under this scrap of material.”
“Are you trying to drive me mad?” he asks, nipping the shell of my ear with his teeth.
“I think I should be asking you that question.” I get up on my tiptoes when he nips the lobe again, making me whimper. I press my breasts against his chest, and his warm lips dance from my ear and across my neck, and his hot hands pull up the bottom of my robe so he can grab hold of my ass cheeks in each of his big palms. Panting and beyond turned on, I moan when his fingers slide down the crease to find my wetness from behind.
“Christ, you’re soaked,” he hisses, and then suddenly I’m no longer standing but up off the ground, being placed on the edge of the counter. He pushes my knees apart to stand between them, then leans into me, both his hands on either side of my hips, caging me. I tip my head to the side as he slants his in the other direction. The moment my lips part, he slides his tongue into my mouth, and I kiss him back with wild abandon.
I cling to him until he slows the kiss and pulls out of my grasp. “Stay just like this, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
“What?” I ask in a daze, breathing heavy, with my heart pounding hard.
“I’m going to eat breakfast. I’ll be back in a minute.” He kisses me swiftly, then drops to his knees.
My eyes widen in surprise, and then my head falls back to my shoulders as he spreads me open with his fingers and licks up my center. His talented mouth, tongue, and teeth suck, lick, and nip every inch of my pussy until I’m on the verge of crying from pleasure I’ve never experienced before. I thread my fingers through his hair, and he thrusts two fingers inside me, causing my back to arch and my core to clench tight.
When he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, I scream his name as I start to come, seeing stars dance behind my closed eyelids. Blood rushes to my head, making me feel dizzy, and I fall back to the counter. As I come down from the high of my orgasm, I feel his lips touch my inner thigh, and I open my eyes to watch him grab the tie to my robe and pull it open.