Dreamboat – The Hawthornes of New York Read Online Deborah Bladon

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
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“A little over a month ago, you posted a picture of you and your cousin having lunch.” She tilts her head slightly. “Reid is his name. He’s handsome.”

Jealousy tears through me at her admission that she finds my younger cousin attractive. “Is he now?”

“Calm down, Dr. Hunt.” Her hand leaps to the center of my bare chest. “You’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”

My self-control is fraying at a dizzying pace. Keeping my hands, mouth, and cock to myself is becoming increasingly difficult, but I want to be certain that this beauty standing before me wants me as desperately as I want her.

“Are you speechless?” She toys with me.

Since her hand hasn’t left my chest, I scoop mine over it. “Never.”

“I’m sober enough to know how badly I want to kiss you.”

I’d say no harm has ever come from an innocent kiss but anything that happens between Delia and me will be far from innocent.

“You want me to kiss you?” I ask since I’m not opposed to a little teasing of my own.

She nods. “Now.”

I take my damn time because I want this kiss to own a corner of my mind forever. I want to look back at it, years from now and remember every detail including the way her dark brown eyes are latched onto my face and the slight tremor that has taken over her bottom lip.

I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and I instantly know that my touch is doing to her exactly what hers has done to me since she put her hand on my chest.

She shivers ever so slightly. That lures my gaze down to her tits. It’s impossible not to notice the outline of her hardened nipples under the fabric.

“Now,” she repeats, an impatient plea that is making me harder than I’ve ever been before.

I skim the pad of my thumb over her lips before I drop my hand to her hips. I wrap the end of one of the strings holding her bikini bottoms in place around my finger.

Her hips buck against me.

Oh, she’s going to be a sweet dream to fuck. I can taste it, feel it, sense how utterly mind-blowing it’s going to be.

Her eyelids flutter shut so I do what her body is begging me to do and I seal my mouth over hers.

She opens her lips as a silent invitation for more, so I hungrily accept and dart my tongue against hers.

She gifts me with a soft moan and another buck of her hips.

Temptation is a heady beast when the only thing separating you from what you desire most in the world is a few scant pieces of fabric and some string.

I wind my finger tighter around the string on the side of her bikini bottoms and give it a soft tug.

It gives just as I deepen the kiss.

She nods in approval, her hand jumping to the back of my neck. Her fingers get lost in my hair, twisting and pulling hard enough that it holds a promise that she likes it a little rough.

She pulls back from the kiss to whisper what she wants against my lips. “Fuck me.”

“I want a taste of you first,” I tell her because this encounter needs to last until eternity in order to satisfy the desire that’s brewing inside of me. “Then we fuck.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Delia

His gaze never leaves my body as he strips me of my bikini. It was bottoms first since he’d already tugged one knot free as he kissed my breath right out of me. My top followed and as soon as it hit the carpeted floor of his stateroom, he had his lips wrapped around my right nipple.

A lick was followed by a soft bite of his teeth. It was enough to make me moan loudly.

Now, I’m on my back in the middle of the bed while he hovers over me, his eyes locked on mine.

“I’ve been stalking you too,” he confesses in words that are laced with a need that mirrors my own. “I’ve studied every fucking picture on your social media over and over.”

His hand begins a journey down my body, starting at my shoulder. His touch is light and gentle but I sense it won’t always be like that.

When he kissed me moments ago, his teeth latched onto my bottom lip. I didn’t complain when a slight burst of pain mixed with the pleasure I was feeling. How could I? Judging by the bulge beneath his board shorts, Donovan is well endowed and I can’t wait to feel the exquisite bite of pain I’ll feel when he slides into me for the first time.

“Do you have a favorite?” I ask in a breathless pant since his fingertips are brushing the skin between my tits.

“A favorite what?” He ducks his head down to kiss my left nipple before he gives the right one the same treatment. “A favorite breast? How could I ever choose between them? They’re perfection, Delia? Are your nipples sensitive?”



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