Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Is something wrong?” she asks, voice thick with concern.
I sigh, a quiet admission of defeat. “Yeah… everything’s wrong,” I growl as I walk into her.
With a flash of her wide golden eyes, her lips part on a gasp, and then my mouth is on hers. Escape from me is not an option, so my hands press to her cheeks, my thumbs under her jaw. I walk her backward into her house as I kiss the ever living fuck out of the woman, and once I’m across the threshold, I kick the door shut behind me.
Lifting my lips ever so slightly from hers, I growl, “If you want me to stop, tell me now and I’ll walk out of here.”
Fingernails score into my chest through the soft cotton of my T-shirt. I hadn’t realized her hands were on me, but she shakes her head. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Thank fuck.” I bring my mouth back to hers and slide my tongue in deep.
I haul Tilden up with my hands under her ass, just as I lifted her yesterday and walked her into a tree. Except this time, I want to go somewhere else. “Bedroom?”
Sliding her hands into my hair, she tilts her head and brushes her lips over my jaw, and I swear I feel that soft touch in my balls. “Down the hall. First door on the right.”
Easy enough. I have her through the door and on her bed in no time flat. Covering her body with mine, I assault her mouth again. Pinning her in place, I enjoy the taste of tequila and lime on her tongue as I try to rein in the desperation of my kiss.
Tilden pulls at my shirt. She yanks it free of my jeans and pushes it up my stomach before running her hands along my skin. Her palms are soft and warm. Her fingernails scrape over my nipples, sending a tingle up my spine.
Christ, it’s been so long since someone’s touched me like this, I’m in sensory overload.
I grab the hem of her dress and yank it upward, running my hand along the outside of her leg. More satiny skin until I reach the textured edge of her lace panties. I flirt with elastic as I kiss her before plunging my fingers underneath to find her wet.
Tilden bucks when I sink a finger inside her, and her body goes rigid when I drag it over her clit. She moans, rotating her hips, and resumes jerking at my shirt trying to get it off.
I oblige, rearing up to tear it off and freeze in place as I take her in. She’s staring at my chest, eyes running over my abdomen, and she presses her fingers to the trail of hair below my navel. She drags it to the button of my jeans, and I hold my breath as she slides her hand lower and presses her palm to my erection that is achingly constricted right now. I huff out a curse and close my eyes as she squeezes. My heart slams against my rib cage, and I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted to fuck a woman more than I do at this moment.
I knock Tilden’s hand away and use the moment to shove her dress up to her waist before dragging her panties over the curve of her hips, straight down her legs, and then tossing them over my shoulder.
Pressing a hand into the mattress, I hover over her. My other hand goes back between her legs, and my mouth takes hers again in another long, searing kiss. She submits, letting me work her mouth and her pussy, but it only lasts so long before her hands are moving on me again.
Quite demanding, and I like it because it’s the same spitfire soul that has knocked heads with me on multiple occasions.
The spirit that’s attracting me now.
Hands are everywhere, pulling and yanking at clothes. It’s awkward kicking off shoes, trying to get her damned dress over her head, stealing kisses in between.
But then we’re both naked, and I’m kneeling between her spread legs with a condom in my hand. I stare down at her, all lush curves and soft skin, and I need to bury myself there and never come out.
I tear open the foil package between my teeth with an impatient growl. Tilden’s eyes flash, and her hands tentatively touch my thighs. She’s not said a single word since I carried her back here, but she’s made plenty of noise. I wonder if I can get her to call out my name.
With my cock sheathed, I fall forward between her legs, supporting my weight off her with my elbows. Tipping my head, I kiss her once again, making it all I do to her until she’s writhing under me.
Hitching one of her legs over my waist, I guide myself close before pressing into her heat.