Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“I don’t.” I take a breath and frown. “I don’t do that.”
His eyes narrow for just a heartbeat, and he tips his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing, go ahead. Just do it.” Could I humiliate myself any more than this?
“Whoa.” Now he seems frustrated as he takes my chin in his hand again and frowns down at me. “Back up, Blondie. I’m not going to just do anything here. Don’t you shut down on me. You have a partner now, so let’s figure this out.”
And just like that, I’ve ruined this amazing moment. “I should have just faked it.”
He chuckles at that and brushes his nose over mine. “No way. No need to fake it. Let’s try this.”
He doesn’t run away. To my surprise, he’s all patient humor as he kisses me again, and I turn into him, as if he’s a magnetic force that I just can’t resist.
His hands resume roaming over my skin, but not to my center, not yet. His thumb brushes over my nipple, and his mouth moves down my neck, reigniting the heat that had cooled to embers.
“Your skin is like gold silk,” he mutters and kisses my collarbone. “So soft and warm. And when you blush like that, it makes me throb for you.”
Oh, I like his dirty mouth. I like that a lot.
“You make the sweetest noises,” he continues. “Tell me what you’re feeling, Summer.”
“Hot.”
He grins against my breast. “And?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” His fingers drift up the inside of my thigh as his nose traces a circle around my navel. “Does this tickle?”
“No.” My legs scissor. I want him inside of me. “It feels…sexy.”
“Good girl. How does this feel?” He brushes the edge of my folds, and I inhale sharply. “Use your words.”
“Sweet. It’s like a sweet hurt that feels good.”
“Oh, I like that.” He presses a kiss there, and I bite my lip again, fighting for control. “What if I do this?”
He traces my clit with his finger, and I moan as he settles in and laps at me, feasting on me.
“Holy shit.”
“What does it feel like?”
“Like I’m going to…Oh, God, like I’m going to explode.”
“And you don’t want that?”
“No. Yes.” I grip onto the sheets, and he lifts my legs onto his shoulders. “Chase.”
“Look at me.” I thrash my head from side to side, and his voice firms. “Open your eyes, Summer.”
I do and look down to find his gaze on mine, hovering over me, and I know, down in my gut, that this is not how I want to come for the first time. “Not like that.”
He quirks a brow. “Okay. How?”
“Up here.” He moves over me and brushes my nose with his. “Like this.”
“Any way you want it, sugar.” He kisses me once more, and I can taste myself on him. My body calms, putting me right back into my comfort zone, but this time, it’s a comfort zone that’s on fire.
I hear Chase open a packet, and I lift my legs higher on his hips, ready for him.
“You need,” he kisses my chin, “to open,” my cheek, “your gorgeous eyes for me.”
He likes it when I look at him, and it makes me feel vulnerable.
Just like succumbing to an orgasm does. And that’s my hangup. I don’t want to be vulnerable with anyone.
“You’re overthinking again,” he murmurs and presses the tip of his cock against me. “I’m going to take this slow.”
“Just—”
“Say just do it, and I’ll spank your ass.” I blink at the words said so calmly yet so firmly as his hazel eyes are bright with lust and are pinned to my own. “We’re doing this, babe. You and me, together.”
I take a deep breath and hold his gaze as he presses into me, and when he’s seated fully, I grin at him.
“I didn’t know if you’d fit.”
“Jesus, saying shit like that makes it hard for me to go slow.” He rests his forehead on mine.
I laugh now, squeezing him, and he groans. He laces our fingers and presses my hand to the bed above my head as he starts to move, and all of the sensation from a moment ago comes back, pushing me higher and further than I’ve ever been before.
“I see you shutting down,” he says. “Don’t do that, Summer. We’ve come too far for that.”
I don’t want to. It’s an automatic reaction to intimacy.
“Ah, babe,” he moans. “So fucking good. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words, most of all, are what’s driving me up further. And then he releases my hand and cups my face, kissing me long and slow as his hips move. I grip onto him, feeling myself slide closer and closer to a place that I’ve never allowed myself to go to before.
“That’s it,” he croons to me as he keeps the rhythm slow, with long, deep strokes. “Ah, your pussy is a fucking vise around me. Jesus Christ, Summer, go over.”