Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Feeling somewhat sad that he’d take that away from me, I glared.
“I wanted to taste you,” I told him.
He flicked my clit and eyed my chest, watching as the thick white rivulets slid down my breasts to the bed beneath me.
“You can taste me later,” he told me. “I’ve been dying to do that to you since you were illegal to me.”
My lips twitched, and then I gasped when he finally touched my clit with his finger.
My hips lifted off the bed, and he again pulled his hand out of my pants.
“Up and get your pants off.”
“Don’t you know the word please?” I asked, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.
This new angle caused the release that now splattered my chest to go down instead of sideways, falling quickly toward my waistband.
“Shit,” I said, standing up.
I would really hate to have to wash these pants.
They were hard as hell to stretch back out once I’d given in to washing them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.
Then his hand was on my chest, and rubbing those quickly falling rivulets of come into the skin of my chest, my belly, and around the sensitive areas of my nipples.
I bit my lip, halfway off with my pants, and waited for him to finish before I pushed my jeans and panties to my ankles and stepped out of them.
He watched me, his hand on his hardening cock, and waited for me to comply.
I didn’t have a reason not to, so I did as he asked, then watched him for my next instructions.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Bed. On your back.”
I bit my lip and leaned against the bed before shimmying myself up, then went even further until I was on my back, my legs hanging over the edge.
I wasn’t able to touch because Tate’s bed was a monster, but that didn’t stop me from staring up at him with my eyebrows raised.
“What next?” I teased.
Where was this woman coming from? Holy shit, but I couldn’t believe that I was acting so calm when facing this big, tall drink of water.
His face looked fierce, and his mouth was slightly parted as he stared at my body as if he were trying to decide what he should devour first.
Apparently he was to start with the inside of my knees, and that included his tongue.
“Uhhh,” I started to giggle and jerk my leg away, but I didn’t get far.
In fact, I didn’t get anywhere.
When I went to jerk away, he held strong, and my foot barely moved an inch out of his hold before he was jerking it right back to his mouth.
“Sit still, baby.” He eyed me. “Don’t want you to be tied down for this.”
Tied down?
Ummmm, what?
“You’re joking, right?” I breathed.
He stared at me, letting me read the sincerity in his eyes.
“Is that what you’re into?” I questioned. “I’m not sure I’m into that.”
He grinned. “Not all the time, no. But when I want to do it, I do it. Those are the times where I want control, and I don’t want you ruining that control.”
He pressed another kiss to the other knee, then shouldered them further apart.
One large hand encircled my left ankle, holding it securely in his hand while he kissed the other side, so I wasn’t prepared for him to tighten his hold, and then flip me over.
One second I was on my back, staring at him while trying not to squirm out of his hold so he wouldn’t have any reason to tie me down, and the next I was staring at the headboard while trying to get my knees and hands underneath me.
The knees were a no go, but the hands went up and supported my body as I looked at him incredulously over my shoulder.
“Holy crap, Tate!” I cried out. “That scared the crap out of me, and you were so fast!”
He pulled me roughly down the bed until my hips met the edge of the mattress.
“Hmmm,” he murmured, running a palm down either thigh, then back up again to cup the swell of my ass. “This ass? I wish I could snap a picture of it and pin it to the visor of my truck so I could look at it anytime I wanted to.”
That was a definite hell no, but it was flattering to know that he wanted to look at it all day long.
“Umm, no,” I said. “But you can admire it now.”
He chuckled and dropped his mouth to one ass cheek.
“We’ll see,” he teased. “We’ll see.”
I didn’t like the way he said ‘we’ll see.’ It was almost as if he knew I’d allow him to do anything he ever wanted to do to me if only he tried hard enough.
And maybe he could. Maybe I’d give him anything and everything within my power. Maybe I was just freakin’ crazy about the man.