Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106806 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
I palm her hips. It’s just so natural to hold her here. “Tell me about your night. Hot date with a book?”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“Not at all. I’m just wondering if that tattooed guy on the cover left you needing something.” I swallow hard. “Maybe something you can’t take care of yourself, since you’re stuck with me tonight.”
She releases a rough laugh. “Oh. My. God. Did you really just ask me that?”
I wish I could see her face. I find her wrist in the darkness, tracing up her arm with the gentlest touch of my fingertips. Her breath snags as I brush the inside of her elbow, and then again as I inch higher. I can’t be what she deserves, but at least I could give her release. “Afraid to answer?” I brush the outside of her breast with my knuckles. “Because you can tell me. If there’s something you need.”
“Maybe,” she breathes, arching into my touch. She rocks into me, finding the ridge of my erection with the juncture between her thighs. “Oliver. I—”
“Lie down for me.” I don’t want her to say more. I’m afraid she might confess something that will bring me to my senses before I get to touch her.
The air goes still between us, and then the rustle of sheets breaks the silence as she settles onto the bed beside me.
I return to my side, wincing a little at my bruised ribs.
“You don’t have to do anything,” she says. “You’re hurt and you’re . . .”
“I don’t have to do shit, but I want to do this.” I lean over and scrape my teeth across the shell of her ear. “Let me do this.”
I trail my fingers down, between her breasts and over her stomach, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin cotton of her tank. I prop my head up on one hand. With the other, I trace the hem of her shirt.
I circle her navel before tracing the strip of skin just above the band of her panties.
She lifts her hips from the bed, as if she’s chasing my touch.
I scoot closer until the heat of her side presses against my torso. Then I cup her between her legs. “Tell me you thought about me when you dressed this pussy in this sexy scrap of fabric.” I shouldn’t ask. I know better than to ask. Know better than to put ideas in her head. This is about release, not about me. But then she gasps out a little yes, and I can’t regret it.
The slightest pressure against the cotton and I can feel she’s already wet. “Relax and just let me . . .” I find her shoulder with my lips in the dark and follow the sweet path to her neck.
She slides a hand in my hair. “Please,” she whispers, tugging gently.
“Please what?”
“I need . . .” She lifts her hips, urging my hand to slip farther between her legs. I tease her instead, circling her clit through the fabric before pulling her panties to the side to feel her. She’s swollen and wet and ready for more than I can give her tonight. “I was right,” I say, breathing her in.
“About what?”
“You’re going to ruin me.” I finally sink a finger inside her, and she gasps. “You smell so fucking good, and you feel even better.” I add a second finger and open my mouth against that tender spot beneath her ear, sucking. She clenches tight around my finger, and my dick throbs.
“I thought about this,” she says.
I withdraw, and she lifts her hips, chasing my fingers before I plunge them in again.
“Tell me.” I don’t recognize my own voice.
“When I’d lie here at night, smelling you on your pillow. I’d put my hand between my legs and imagine it was yours. Or I’d think about you walking in and watching me.”
If she keeps this up, I’m going to come right here on my sheets like a fucking pubescent teen. Knowing she wants me is one thing, but imagining her touching herself and wishing it were me? Fuck. I’m done for. As much as tonight sucked, I might volunteer for a pummeling daily if it means I get Savvy in my bed, fucking my hand.
I lean over to skim my lips across her mouth. Her lips part and she kisses me, her hands roaming all over my bare back, making me think of sex and being inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“So sexy,” I murmur against her lips. “So hot.”
She snags my bottom lip between her teeth and sucks. I groan into her mouth and rub my palm against her clit. She gasps, and I know she’s close.
“I need you inside me when I come,” she says.