Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Then, he kissed me again.
Three
Adler
“Need to get you home,” I rasped against the skin of her throat. Problem was, I couldn’t stop touching her. But I couldn’t get her naked here unless both of us wanted to be arrested and get listed as sex offenders in the state of Georgia.
She pulled back from me, her chest heaving. Her face was flushed, her ocean-colored eyes glowing, her face completely revealed since her shades were pushed to the top of her head, acting as a headband for her dark hair.
“Get me out of here,” she murmured, her blue eyes locking on mine.
She sure as hell didn’t have to tell me twice.
I moved her off my lap and stood to my feet before grabbing her beneath her arms and lifting her up. Unable to help myself, I gripped the side of her neck and pulled her lips back to mine in a hot kiss that left my blood boiling in my veins. My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt.
“Wait for me at the bike.”
She nodded and quickly walked off. Groaning, I ripped my eyes from her tight backside and grabbed our trays off the ground. I quickly dumped the trash, and after dropping the tray back at the food truck, I took off at a light jog back to my bike, too impatient to walk.
Cecily was still waiting on me, her phone already shoved into her bra. “Fuck. Need to get you to my house,” I growled, backing her up against the bike and kissing her again, my hands cupping her jaw. She moaned into my mouth, her teeth biting at my lower lip.
Pulling back and breathing heavily, I strapped her helmet to her head, making quicker work of the straps than she could as just a beginner, before I strapped my own on. Then, swinging my leg over the bike, I settled on the seat. Without a word, she slid on behind me, sliding right up against me, her fingers clutching at my cut.
By the time we got to my house, I was vibrating with need for her. We’d connected so damn well, and maybe that was why I wanted her so badly. The attraction I’d miraculously felt for her before was now amped up to unbelievable levels.
She slid off the bike when I came to a stop in front of my small two-bedroom manufactured home. By the time I got my helmet off and slid off the bike, she had finally gotten hers off, and that was all the time I gave her.
I swept her off her feet, and she squealed. Chuckling, I threw her over my shoulder and hooked my arm around her knees, smacking her ass with my other hand. “You’re mine now, sweetheart.” She just dangled, giving no complaints.
I pushed open the front door and stomped inside, kicking the door back shut behind me. Then, I deposited her on the kitchen counter before smashing our lips together again. We were frantic—teeth clashing, tongues lashing—as we pushed at each other’s clothes, grinding into each other.
“Fuck, woman,” I rasped. “I’ve got to taste you.”
I ripped her leggings off and ripped the scrap of cloth that I thought was supposed to be classified as a thong, but it was so little, it might as well have been nothing. Shoving her thighs apart, I dropped to my knees and proceeded to worship her, licking at her like a starved man having his first taste of the sweetest food in years.
She whimpered and moaned, writhing on the counter, her fingers lacing in my hair. Her legs trembled around my face, gasps ripping from her lungs. I backed off, not wanting her to come yet, and she whined, her fingers tightening on the strands of my hair.
“Not yet,” I rasped, standing up, my face slick with her juices. “I want you to come on my cock, sweetheart.”
I lifted her from the counter and carried her through to my bedroom. Maybe one day I’d fuck her on that kitchen counter, but I would not fuck her there for our first time.
She deserved a bed, even if I had no plans to be gentle with her.
Cecily peppered kisses along my neck, and I groaned, tightening my hold on her thighs to the point I knew I’d leave bruises. But I couldn’t even bring myself to care. In fact, the thought of her skin being discolored from my passionate touch just about drove me fucking wild.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I rasped, turning my head to capture her lips. She licked at the seam until I parted for her, and her tongue slid with mine before she sucked mine into her mouth.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see her on her knees for me, my dick stuffing her sweet mouth as she sucked me as good as she just sucked on my tongue.