Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Whose shirt is this?” The question makes me frown around the toothbrush still in my mouth, and I finish brushing, spit, then rinse and grab the face towel off the round hook on the wall.
“It’s mine,” I answer, wiping my mouth, and he turns me to face him.
“Did you go to WSU?” I glance down at my gray shirt with the Washington State University Cougars logo on the front.
“No.”
“Did someone you know go to WSU?”
The raw, possessive look in his eyes makes me wonder how I should answer. Or if I should answer at all… because he somehow knows the answer already.
He smirks, his hands slowly moving down my sides until he reaches the bare skin of my thighs. Then, just as slowly, he slides the shirt up… and up, exposing my hips, my stomach, then my breasts. My heart pounds. He doesn’t ask me to lift my arms; I do it automatically. And as soon as I’m free from the material, he bunches the shirt into a ball and tosses it toward the small trash can in the corner.
“I liked that shirt,” I whisper, then gasp when he suddenly grasps my hips and lifts me up onto the counter next to the sink. Nudging my knees apart, he settles between my thighs.
“I have a drawer full of T-shirts. I’m sure you can find something you like more.” He nips my bottom lip, dragging it softly between his teeth, then licks over it. Tipping his head to the side, he kisses me, his mouth bruising and relentless.
I move my hands up his chest to his shoulders, then wrap them around the back of his neck, while his hands take advantage of my lack of clothing. And since I once again didn’t bother putting anything on under the tee I wore, I’m completely exposed. Fingers glide through the wetness between my legs. He groans, lifting me off the counter.
Wrapping my legs around him as he carries me out of the bathroom, I kiss across his strong jaw to his ear, nibble, then kiss down his throat as he puts one knee on the bed. As I cling to him still, my back touches the soft velvet duvet, and he comes down with me, one arm going to the mattress by my head, his free hand diving between my legs as he dips his chin and takes my breast into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue has me grasping his hair while I use my heels to shove his sleep pants down his hips. He kicks them off the rest of the way, his fingers and mouth never once faltering.
Feeling him so close, I coast my hands down his chest and wrap my fist around him. Huge. He’s huge and hard as steel in my grasp but as smooth as the velvet duvet beneath me as I slide my fist up. But before I can slide it back down, he lets go of my breast with a pop. Shoving my knees up to my chest, he holds me captive, his hands splayed wide on the back of my thighs. And then he devours me. There is no other word for the way he licks, sucks, and eats me. Fingers twisting in the blanket under me, I hold on to the only thing I can.
After sucking my clit, he flicks his tongue against it over and over. I try to arch into him, try to get away when it becomes too much, and just when I think I can’t take any more, I come. I come so fast and so hard that his name leaving my mouth sounds like a curse and a prayer.
Panting, my inner walls clenching and thighs shaking, I whimper, then moan when he jerks my thighs down and fills me in one smooth, hard stroke.
“Fuck.” That single word clipped in his deep voice causes my inner walls to clamp down around him, and the sound that climbs up the back of his throat is almost enough to have me coming again.
Lifting my legs, I wrap them around the back of his thighs. My hands untangles from the blanket and glide up his arms, feeling his muscles ripple under my palms, then to his shoulders, and down his chest. He arches over me, his eyes locking on mine.
He doesn’t fuck me hard or fast. Each stroke is slow and precise, diving in and staying buried deep before pulling back out, then doing it all over again. I get lost in the rhythm, in the look in his eyes, in the way his hand slides behind my back, then down under my bottom, lifting so he can get impossibly deeper and pull me closer.
Without an inch between us, he becomes my whole world, the only thing I can see, the only thing I can feel, the only thing I can smell, and when his mouth takes mine in a deep kiss, I drink down the taste of him. Overwhelmed and at his mercy, I come once again, whimpering his name down his throat.