Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"Okay, good point," I mutter, as he places the stick on my belly in a quiet reminder that I'm a big part of the problem here (if not the biggest problem). I settle into the soft bedding, noticing that it's fluffier and far more pleasant than last night. Another one of A'tam's changes? I don't have time to ask because he leans over me, his mouth skimming my cheekbones even as his thick hair falls around us like a curtain.
Who cares about blankets when you're being butterfly-kissed within an inch of your life?
I close my eyes, smiling as his breath fans over my skin, his plush lips gently caressing my face. He really does have the best mouth, I decide. All soft and pillowy and just so nice for kissing…or being kissed.
He moves over my face, skimming just about everything except my mouth. My nose, my brows, my forehead, my cheeks—everything is covered in soft, gentle kisses. I tip my face toward his with each kiss, trying to get him to go to my lips, but he only chuckles and asks if these kisses are satisfactory.
By the time he lifts his head, I'm whimpering in frustration. The kisses are achingly sweet, but perhaps too sweet. My khui is making a racket in my chest, demanding that I get more than just a few little pecks. It wants me to get down to business. "A'tam," I breathe. "More."
He gathers my hair and pulls it back, and then moves to my neck.
I moan, arching my throat as he nips at my skin. Okay, so far, the neck kisses are my favorite. His teeth graze my skin with just enough pressure to make my body respond, and those harder bites are soothed by his gorgeous mouth and hot tongue. "And are these kisses what you want?" he asks, but there's a hint of arch amusement in his voice. He knows exactly what I think of these particular kisses.
"I'm going to beat you with this truth stick if you keep asking me that," I pant. "Did you or did you not just hear me moan your name?" Even as I complain, he dips low and his tongue skates over my ear, and then I'm lost all over again. "Oh fuck, A'tam, that's so good."
He growls low in his throat, his tongue flashing against my earlobe for a brief taste before he nips with his teeth again. "I need more, my pretty mate. Can I take your tunic off of you? Or is that too much?"
"It's good," I pant. "Good."
A'tam helps me sit up, and then we're both frantically pulling at my tunic. Thank god I didn't wear a fitted one today. The tightest parts are the sleeves, and I raise my arms over my head so he can haul the whole thing off of me. A'tam tosses it into a corner of the hut and gazes down at me, his eyes possessive and hungry.
I shiver under that fiery gaze. My torso is bare and even though it's not cold in the hut, I still feel my body prickling all over with nervous goosebumps. My nipples are like rocks, too, and I fight the urge to cross my arms over my breast-band once his gaze falls there. It occurs to me that despite all the petting and kissing and even the sex we've had—this is the first time A'tam's taken a closer look at my body.
I can't help but think of lean, beautiful Farli, who is fully sa-khui and has no breasts to speak of. Mine aren't exactly porn tits, but I'm not flat, either. I'm a nice, healthy C cup. A bit too healthy, my mother would have said, because she was proud of her lithe, elegant body. Mine is not lithe or elegant. It's normal, with a bit more flare to the hips than I should probably have thanks to a love of snacks.
But she's not here, and A'tam is, and he's looking down at me with intense fascination. He glances up at me, a hint of a frown on his face. "Have you always worn that?"
"Well…yeah." I adjust the band and the knot in the center that holds everything together. "It keeps my boobs from bouncing around under my tunic."
"Bouncing is bad?"
I flick a finger against his loincloth. "Should we ask your balls? That's why you wear a loincloth, right?"
His handsome face lights up in a grin. "No, I wear a loincloth because the females here shriek if we walk about naked. I did not wear such things on the island."
"Right, right. I keep forgetting." My brain glazes over a bit at the thought of A'tam running around naked, all slicked in sweat. It takes me a moment to remember what we were talking about, and I refocus. "Ah…yeah, the jiggling is a little uncomfortable. My breasts are sensitive."