Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“You couldn’t,” she cut me off, and my brows rose.
“Excuse me?”
She shrugged. “I told you before, I never have. It takes me longer. You couldn’t.”
“I could,” I said, with every ounce of confidence I possessed.
A wild sort of grin shaped her lips as her eyes flickered to my mouth. “So cocky,” she said, shaking her head.
“Confident,” I countered.
Her eyes met mine. “Then prove it.”
Flames speared through my veins, the sensation so intense I took a step away from her. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” she said. “I think it would do you good to be proven wrong for once.”
I half-smiled, half-gaped at her. “Careful, kitten,” I said. “If I prove you wrong, it’ll be all I can do to keep you from begging for more.”
“Ha!” she huffed, nothing but delight in her eyes. “And you’re so sure it won’t be the other way around? See, all cockiness with nothing real to back it up.”
“Oh, I assure you, I have everything to back it up.”
She popped her hip to the side, a little move that I tracked and filed away as a tell of hers—she was digging in. “There’s nothing in our contract that says we can’t,” she said. “So, prove it.”
I turned around, walking toward the door, hearing her sigh that sounded a hell of a lot like disappointment. I reached for the doorknob and flicked the lock before turning to face her again.
Her eyes widened and she visibly swallowed.
She’d thought I was leaving her.
Thought I was disregarding what she so openly offered. A challenge for sure, but I’d never been one to back down.
I crossed the distance between us, rolling my shirtsleeves up to the elbow, my suit jacket already discarded somewhere downstairs. I slid my hands into my pants pockets to keep them contained for the moment.
“I need you to tell me you want this,” I said. “Need you to tell me this isn’t a joke or some sassy banter. You’re not pressured into this just because you started this game. You say you don’t want me to touch you, and I won’t.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “I need to know you’re one-hundred-percent into this moment with me or we don’t move forward.”
She grinned softly. “Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” I asked, allowing my eyes to trail the length of her gorgeous body. I lingered on the curves I was desperate to worship, but somehow made my eyes move back to hers.
“Touch me,” she said. “I want you to touch me.”
I took my hands out of my pockets, reaching for her as I gently cupped her face. “I need you to get more specific, kitten,” I said, lowering my face to within an inch of hers. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
Her breathing hitched, and her lips opened and closed a few times as she tried to find the words. I grinned down at her, content to drink in the lines of her face, trace them with my fingers before slipping them into her silken strands.
“Crossland,” she said. “I…I want you to make me come.”
“If you insist,” I said, my mouth instantly capturing hers.
In seconds we were tangled, her body flush against mine, her fingers fisting my shirt as she parted her lips for me. I slipped my tongue between her lips, picking up right where we’d left off at the fashion show. Only now, we weren’t preforming or playing a little game. Now, we were fully entering into a little bit of fun and the clock was ticking.
I wanted to take my time with her, wanted to explore every inch of her body and figure out just how to make her tremble with pleasure, but this wasn’t about that. This was about the fact that for some reason, no one had ever taken the time to get her off in a rapid burst of passion.
And she deserved that.
Deserved to know what it was like to be desired by someone so much they couldn’t wait to make her come.
And I was more than happy to be that someone right now.
I licked into her mouth, teasing the roof, the edges of her teeth, every spot that made her clutch my shirt harder, made her arch against me again and again.
“So fucking responsive,” I growled into her mouth, gently gripping her hips as I walked us toward the bed until the backs of her knees touched it and she tumbled backward.
I grinned down at her, loving the way her lips were kiss-swollen and her cheeks were flushed. I made a show of looking at my watch.
“We’re only a minute in and look at you, all breathless and needy.”
Her lips parted. “Cocky prick,” she said, but there was laughter in her tone.
“Confident prick,” I countered. “Let’s get that clear.” I bent down, hooking my fingers in the band of her leggings, meeting her eyes as I slowly tugged them down. She lifted her beautiful ass off the bed, allowing me to fully slide them off her legs and toss them and her socks to the side.