Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
My bottom lip trembles as I open to him. It feels luxuriant and naughty to let him feed me. It was one thing while I was sick in bed.
But here, both of us sitting at the table, it’s— It’s—
“Lick the fork clean,” he murmurs, the pressure on my neck intensifying just the slightest bit, sending a shiver through my entire body. Shit, how is him feeding me so hot?
I nod and run my tongue along the tines of the fork before finally, sensuously releasing the fork and chewing my bite.
His dark eyes flare and then he takes a bite of his food from the same fork. A simple act but one that feels ridiculously intimate.
We repeat this little dance for several more bites until I’m all but squirming in my chair.
Okay, screw dinner. I want him to shove the plates to the floor and for him to put that sinful mouth on me.
Even the memory of earlier has me wet.
Which reminds me…
“I’m not wearing anything under this sweater,” I suddenly blurt. Then I lick my lips and lean in towards him. “And I’m probably making a wet spot on your nice chair.”
If I thought his nostrils flared earlier, it’s nothing to the way his pupils darken and his nose huffs out like a bull.
“I don’t know whether to take you across my lap or praise you for being a very good girl.”
His hand stays on my neck while the other, which he’d been feeding us with, drops the fork and immediately reaches beneath the hem of my sweater. And goes straight to my sex, where he dips his finger right in.
He hums in satisfaction when he finds me as wet as I promised and his finger slips in with ease. He pushes in up to the first knuckle. Then the second.
I squirm in my seat and drop my legs open to give him easier access. I don’t even really mean to do it, it’s becoming a reflex. He touches and I respond. I never imagined being mastered could feel so— so—
“Ohhhh,” I moan and he smiles and his finger pulls out of me with a slick, slippery noise.
“Enjoy your garnish, my sweet,” he says, then he lifts the finger he just had inside me, glistening with my own wetness and paints my lips before slowly, oh so slowly, shoving his huge, manly finger in my mouth.
“Now suck.”
He tilts my head with the hand at the back of my neck, manipulating me like a doll while I suck his finger, and I suck it fervently, needing to break through his calm demeaner, needing to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me. Needing to know I affect him.
And finally, finally, he breaks and pulls his finger from my lips and then his mouth is on mine.
Kissing me.
My first kiss.
And it’s the most erotic freaking thing ever, him tasting my sex on my lips.
I’m inexpert. I don’t know what to do, how to kiss him back, but I try. Still, he must sense something is a little off because he pulls back, confusion in his eyes. “Daphne?”
I feel my cheeks flame and duck my head. “Is it that obvious I haven’t done it before?”
He suddenly grabs my face with both hands and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Are you seriously telling me that was your first kiss?”
I blink and try to look down again but he won’t let me. “Tell me the truth,” he demands.
“I— I mean, I just never— I never had a boyfriend or anything.” Is he really going to make me explain this? “I just work. That’s all I do.”
His jaw clenches so tight I think it might shatter but he manages to get out, “What about Archer?”
“It wasn’t— I mean, he’d just told me he wanted more at the ball, but before that we’d always just been friends and—”
His lips are on mine before I can say another word.
And oh, kissing. Kissing is marvelous. In spite of his dominant nature, he doesn’t just shove his tongue down my throat.
He teases. He teases like a proper devil, dancing along the tip of my own tongue in a way that lights up every single nerve ending in my whole freaking body.
He breaks away only long enough to murmur, “You sweet, innocent girl. You’ve let me debauch you in so many ways when you hadn’t even ever been properly kissed?”
He kisses me again, sweet and soft, his hands creeping into my hair. Finally, long minutes later, he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re impossible. You shouldn’t be real.”
I giggle at that. “Of course I’m real. And I have to say, kissing is amazing.”
He growls low in his throat. “Let’s rephrase that. Kissing me is amazing.”
I laugh again, so fucking happy. He only wants me kissing him? Fine with me. “As long as it’s a two-way street, buddy. Kissing me better be the only amazing kissing you’re doing, too.”