Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Pushing her against the shower wall, I moved in and out of her until I was hard again. Then I made love to her, vowing to do whatever I needed to do to keep her from leaving me again.
The morning light shone through my bedroom window, and I rolled over. When I reached my hand out, the bed was empty. I opened my eyes and saw Georgie standing there, dressed in one of my T-shirts and holding two cups of coffee.
“I made us some breakfast, if you’re hungry.”
Sitting up, I scrubbed my hands down my face before looking up at her and smiling. “Breakfast sounds amazing.”
She handed me the coffee, and I brought it up to my nose to smell the wonderful aroma. “That smells good.”
“I made pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs.”
My stomach growled and Georgie chuckled. “Let me slip on some sweats, and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
She winked and my heart stumbled in my chest. Memories of last night came crashing back to me. I felt a small pang of panic, knowing that I wanted to keep her in Montana, but also knowing that I kept my heart guarded for a reason. But this was Georgie. And what we had shared last night and this morning was unlike anything I had ever shared with a woman.
Heading out of the bedroom, Georgie tossed over her shoulder, “Don’t take too long.”
Five minutes later, I was standing in the kitchen while Georgie handed me a plate. I piled the food on and sat at the bar. Georgie sat down next to me, and we ate in a comfortable silence.
“Are you busy today?” I asked as I finished off the last of my eggs.
She laughed. “I have a totally open schedule now.”
“Good.”
She looked down at her plate. “I’ve been tossing around the idea of writing a romance novel, so I may look into doing that. I’m not sure.”
I raised a brow. “A romance novel, huh? Do you need to do any research for it?”
A wide smile spread across her face. “Such as?”
“Romance means sex, so if you need any help researching interesting sexual positions, I’m down to try them out if you are.”
She let out a burst of laughter, and I couldn’t help but join in.
“If I think of any, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
I stood and made my way over to her. With my hands on her hips, I lifted her up and put her on the counter. She yelped, and I quickly figured out why. My sweet girl was sans panties.
“No panties?”
She bit down on her lip and shook her head.
“I think one of your scenes should be your hero giving your heroine a mindblowing orgasm on the kitchen counter.”
Georgie swallowed hard. “How would he do that?”
I saw the wicked gleam in her eye, but also heard the vulnerability in her voice.
Spreading her legs open, I grinned as I placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. “First, I’ll kiss up your leg like this.”
I pressed another kiss to her skin, then another as I worked my way up her leg.
“And then?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“I’ll see how wet you are with my fingers.”
She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the counter as she hissed out a breath.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, curling my finger into her and then slowly pumping.
“Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
Her cheeks turned bright red. “Blayze.”
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
Georgie’s chest rose and fell. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath before she snapped them open again and looked down, watching me finger her.
“I want your mouth on me.”
I smiled. “On you where?”
“Oh God, Blayze, I can’t say it.”
As I started to withdraw my fingers, she grabbed my hand.
“I want your mouth on my pussy.”
Growling, I gave her what she wanted.
“Jesus,” she cried out, her hands instantly pushing into my hair and pulling my face closer.
She moved against my mouth, taking control, and it made my dick so fucking hard it nearly hurt.
“Yes. Blayze. Oh God, yes. I’m going to come! Oh my God!”
Her moans of pleasure were nearly my undoing. I stood, pushed my sweats down, and moved her closer to the edge of the counter, pushing into her fast and hard. When she gasped, I paused.
“No! Don’t stop.”
“I need you, Georgie.”
She nodded. I moved in and out a few times, but the angle was wrong. As I pulled out, she protested with a soft groan. I picked her up and carried her over to the table in the breakfast nook. Turning her, I bent her over the table and kicked her legs apart. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to feel her around me.
“Have you ever been fucked from behind?” I asked, my mouth against her ear as my body weight pushed her onto the table.