Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I cock an eyebrow, entirely unsettled and also fascinated by this conversation. “Is that my job? To tame you?” I reach a finger out and run it across his eyebrow, the liquid feeling in my belly heating up again. How have we been on this bed for so long without him making a move on me? Does he not want to? I retract my hand.
He shoots me a sideways glance, and that wide, wicked grin slides over his face. “You couldn’t tame me if you tried.” He tugs me against him by my waist, his dark eyes burning down into mine. “I’ve tried to give you time, but I hunger for you. May I again lick you until you shudder all over my face?”
Well, it’s good to know I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about it.
My sex contracts at his words and the hardness I suddenly feel pressing into my belly. Does he only want to lick me again, or will there be more? It feels like we’ve had days and days of foreplay, and I’m already so on edge.
I bite my bottom lip so I don’t beg for him to fuck me, god yes, fuck me!
“You are so beautiful,” he exhales, running the fingers of his left hand through the slight tangle of dark hair at my temple.
I frown. He’s just telling you what you want to hear so he can fuck you. Dammit, I hate the old voices in my head. I want him to fuck me! But when those old wounds get triggered. . .
“What is this?” I breathe out as he presses his hips against me. Hard. “What are we doing?”
We’ve talked so platonically all night and all of yesterday and yesterday night that I wondered if I imagined what he did to me at the lake.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he asks, leaning down to kiss me. Finally, oh god, finally. He’s so huge he blocks out all the new morning light.
“What do you mean? What’s obvious? That you want to fuck me?” I bite out. I don’t know if I ask the question belligerently because I’m suddenly freaked out by the proposed intimacy or because I feel like he’s been luring me into a false sense of comfort with all this talking. It’s probably just all my old insecurities flaring. I want him so, so bad I’m thrumming with the need, but I’m also terrified of being taken advantage of again.
Remus glowers at me. “No. Not fucking you.”
I can’t help a little thrill from running down my spine at him even uttering the words. “What, then?” I gasp.
He’s all but on top, hovering over me, wings flaring again to block out most of the light so that we’re in shadow. If I didn’t trust him so much, I’d be intimidated.
I do, don’t I? Trust him?
I suck in a quick breath.
“This,” he says in a low, growling breath, “is me and you. Nothing more, nothing less.” He lowers his body to skim his chest against mine. “Nothing happens here that you don’t want.” He swoops down so that I can feel the warmth of his next words right over the tip of the thin, silky nightgown covering my breasts.
“But also, whatever you want can happen. If you want my tongue to explore slowly, oh so achingly slowly, every curve and crevice of your body, that’s certainly what I want. If you want to be massaged and licked, inside and out, that, my dear, is what I had in mind when I sat down on this bed with you last night. It’s been in the back of my mind the entire time we’ve talked of other things because the scent from between your legs drives me mad with want. What do you think about that?”
I think some sort of incoherent high-pitched noise comes from the back of my throat in answer.
I nod and flip over so that my stomach faces the mattress. “Sure. A massage sounds great.”
I hear a chuckle from above me. “A massage, eh? That’s what you choose from the menu I proffered?”
Being facedown and not having to look him in the face might give me a tad more hutzpah because I dare to say airily, “A massage to start with, anyway. I’ve had a very trying few days being yanked all through the air this way and that.”
“Oh, you have, have you?”
I shrug. “You’re the one going around offering massages.”
I’m not ready for how close his lips are when they suddenly whisper behind my left ear. “Any excuse to get my hands on you, little consort. Will you take off your coverings for me? I want to see you.”
I slip the small straps of my nightgown off over my shoulders, and he drags it down my back until it gathers at my waist. At first, I think he’ll stop there. But no. He demands, “Up,” and I lift my hips.